Bruce Bayne - The Volume [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Bruce Bayne]
They dying in the street a lot
They try and keep the streak alive
They obviously forgot the values
The story demoralized
You always see four or five kids on they porches shot
The volume
Needs a little raising
Raising these kids to be great
Grapes turn to raisins
And I'm still tryna make wine
Still tryna make time
Chasing the dream
There's always someone tryna take mine


[Verse 1: Bruce Bayne]
I seriously could take a life
I should take life seriously
Drop you by the lakeside
Make a nice conspiracy
Maybe I need therapy
Something in the air I breathe
Need prosperity
God for my security
God forbid I do something that might need forgiveness
Maybe I need some limits
Maybe I need a minute, tick tick
[?] down to a single day
Bow our heads let us pray
Say that everything's okay
But it's not
I need a paper towel
Nose running bloody
My brain's running out
All on the cement
Where everybody could seen it
Maybe I need treatment
I know what the tree meant
When the apple falls either rapper play basketball
That's what am I stuck in between with
The grave
The prison
25 to life will make it to 25 living


[Hook]


[Verse 2: Term K]
Itching for a fix
Twisted up a swish
Wish that I lived in
Ignorant bliss
But it isn't ever an option
This shit is getting obnoxious though
Extinction is upon us apocalypse is approaching
If you can comprehend the notion
Drip with some continental
Ship through some tides in the ocean
Would you keep the boat rocking?
Cold-cocked his opponent
He cheated though like Keyshia Cole sugar
I'm sweet with no sugar
Decomposing looks much worse than it is
Leave foes shook like cartons of orange juice
The fourth stooge poke you in your third eye
Words rhyme when I speak 'em
Curved spine sure sign of a demon
Term climb on the ceiling
The worst kind of appealing
Click-clack peeling your wig back
Snapping your paddywhack and stealing your knick-knacks too
It's that rude



[Hook]