Calvin Rapture - Bad Hair [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Calvin Rapture]
Preparin' for my afterlife by gettin' faded, wasting time
Spittin' 8th's until the fuckin' sun arise
Another time, another day, you'll see another way as all the mother's say
She put on all restraint but i do as i choose anyway
Where the fuck is the land of milk and honey? Still away?
Is the monster active within your mental or still at bay, so anyway
I need to better manage my caging thoughts
The process is in progress, so fool me not, view the rot
Leavin' you with nothin' to consume, but dairy fumes
Shittin' out diseases that i contracted from saving' you, impervious
Never cared who hates us
First place on the daily cup
Toast opposers led me up to dangerous degree that i spit in case you didn't see
I make belief of make believe to better chance of escaping me without a burning tree
Dependency on only me
Disorganized for all too see
Guinness book for nappy nigga's bleeding tee

[Verse 2]
Salad tossin' dental flossin' endorsing the children's options
Shit your pants then wet the bed then get a job then marry toppings
Divorce your daughter's mother and blame it on weather's plunder
Die under a rock alone you fucking useless garden gnome and such is life for those who know
I'm here just to put on a show but lo' behold the endings near since Rapture's just a rapping queer
I'm slightly more delusional, mowing through your pubicals I'm showin' up at your function and killin' off your leaders quick
Bitch
And i'm not impressed by your bleeding wrist, envy Magellan story tellin to those in need of it
Fiction is my Harvard imaginations my weapon bitch
Exceeded those who tested me with colors beyond
Over yonder over the river and troubling through the woods
Over to grandmothers just to see that she wasn't feeling good
Apart of Earth now
What if death today dressed as a clown
If looks could kill i'd be around
Shade of gray shade of brown, uh
Rode to town on a fuckin' battle horse
Parked at McDonald's got a soda because my lungs were scorched
Left an orange streak on a canvas left it on Oprah's porch and
Haven't eaten in days because right after school I gotta work
What is worth
When you fuckin' hate what you do
You were just happy now you're fuckin' fading to blue, no time, just rhyme
Why my fuckin' hair isn't kempt
If you need me find me roamin' where the terrorists live, faggot