Campana - The Cuts (prod. Tyler Dopps) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Chorus):
I roll, with the cuts out
We roll, with the cuts out
I roll, with the cuts out
We roll, with the cuts out
I roll, with the cuts out
We roll, with the cuts out
I roll, with the cuts out
We roll, with the cuts out

(Verse 1):
With the cuts out, yeah I'm changing up
Gotta easel to paint, the games faded bruh
I'm too dangerous
Containing the haze in my brain and lungs

Stay in my lane and I'm staying up
So crank it up, give it one time for the stadium
Said it ain't enough, bet that I'll prove it
This year, look at that moves that

I'm making with music, it's highly influenced;
Above when I'm truant, these squares are congruent
Collected my thoughts and to my amusement
Envisioned the things that I saw in a shroom-trip

Blacked out and I woke up
Heard mute voice, then it spoke up
Seems now that you're awoken
Good riddance to the old ones

Good riddles, fe-fi-fo-fum
It's just me and my lonesome
Entranced females gone want some
Because I spit that potion

Chime in to my devotions
My penmanship crossed the ocean
If you find it important
You know that I'm token potent

Gettin' Chuck E. Cheese, I'm token
To the game, I'm deranged
Ain't say no thang, cause I'm not that sane
Chiefin' all that kill, just to ease that pain

Why is all your neck in between that chain?
You done act like you bought it
And you can't teach an old dog new tricks
Why you gone act like you taught it?


(Repetition of Chorus x2)

Verse 2:
Soft drinks mixed with hard liquor
Helluva chiefer, a bit of a sipper
These bad girls done fucked up; they lost a glass slipper
I'm just so surprised that they serviced you dinner

Shooting jay's in the morning like a bball routine
They intruding
Here's a few things that I do think
That's looping round with these mood swings

Well first, got these distractions
Don't let it matter or happen
I'm Aladdin, bandit, vanish;
A whole new world is what I'm standing in

Snap a canvas with a canon
Tell these haters just to "can-it"
All they shit is counterfeit
Aren't I just a candidate

What's the likelihood
Of a teenage boy living on his own
Everywhere I go the name they know
And by my side's where I keep my foes

That's reason why, I stay on my toes
Because what they'll do, nobody will know
Isn't it odd now they loving the flow
Cause I'm giving em constant progression to show

Put on my cap and I'm ready to go
Down in my town's where I'm taking a stroll
I'm tryna get rid of this cotton mouth
Candy's a plausible thing, and I know

It's nutty the way that I came on it
Gone paint on it put a frame on it
Funny how niggas wanna hate on this
Clogged in your bowels cause you ain't no shit

(Repetition of Chorus)