B-Ly & WillFake - Stints [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
My backache gets relapsed, oh, these stints ain’t makin’ me layin’

[ Verse 1 : WillFake ]
Packin’ lesson at school then I’ma go home
Then backpack full of homework I have to do
Get my home back, my head’s giddy like I get the beat from Chris John, oh no
I kinda suck at math, I’m tryna sleep but it comes through my dream
So nightmarish, call of duty makes me woke up from my retirement, can’t even take a rest
I need to wax my body, Miyagi, spa then, but dwellin’-work waits for me to do ‘em
Nah, tremblin’ to be grabbin’ my ballpoint, feel like stray tryna find ‘em boss
Aimin’ my eyes toward the loose-leaf, I’m in Dutch
These fuckin’ stints have me on the carpet, let alone I’m 9th grader
My struggle and soreness are more harder, I’ma kill you fuckin’ principal
You need more armor tougher, this year’s more enigmatic, mind-bogglin’
Wait, I gotta finish this shit ‘fore I get sleep, I..

[Hook]
I watch these stints tail after me
Virtually I hit the roof ‘cause some of rumpus
A gauze still’s stints, it weedles me
My nerves twitched and my pulses twisted
( Stints, stints, stints ) Fuck the ( Stints, stints, stints )
( Stints, stints, stints ) Fuck the ( Stints, stints, stints )

[ Verse 2 : B-ly ]
( Bite my head off! ) I’m getting sick on my breadbasket
I couldn’t stomach my ferocious stints, I’m a goner
Calculate from my knapsack, I just think it’s bagatelle
But it’s difficult period on corroborative shit
But I get this hairsplitting test or homework, it’s kinda like a boobytrap
I gurgle my saliva, gargle my saliva too
I keep jewin’ this shit down but the teachers shut me down
I’m maroon of mind, I’m starting hoarse in my vocal box
So I decide to hear a heart-stirring music, but fuck it
I gotta accomplish my homework, why I can’t get stipend for my whole workin’?
It was a really vexin’ thing because I don’t got exciting, oh
Homework, testin’ work, all is work, all I do is made me don’t be perk up
Through and through berserk, banter in my confusing thought
I can’t slumber ‘cause I’m too dilligent to kill this ( Ironic )
Need it, a phenobarbital shit, I’m dyseptic, ain’t antiseptic in my infected phallus
Where’s my work? Wait, I have to be a fuckin’ jerk? “ *laugh*

[Hook]

[Outro]
Stints still as stinky as fuck ( Stints, stints, stints )
Spins, spins, spins in my brainpan, it spins