Carlito SF - Glendale [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Glendale]

[Verse 1: Carlito SF]

I wake up !
....Wondering what exploits this very day will reveal, how should i feel, hands on the wheel, will i stay in control or crash into real
Get dressed, (uhhhhhhhh)--such a dashing appeal
These chicks be like thats one dude with some good genes, goddamn his alleles
.....Meet-up with my niggas, grab a quick meal
Hit the studio...... niggas workin' on that deal, workin' on that deal
Mom hit my jack, like your aura turning black, need to come with me to church, see if i could fix ya mindset cause ya shit outta whack
You became a quack, off the religious track
(Fuck that) thats how i felt about that
Went to church & they asked me why im not kneeling before him
I answered back with a question like, kneel before who
Pastor said the one above, the one you love
Nigga you just want me to kneel before you, fuck you & your backwards ways, you backwards bastard, pretentious pastor, i laugh with laughter
Simple-minded, can't capture the image that i capture
Fuck the norm, i'm that emo backpack rapper
You niggas so phony you prolly enact an actor
But i got ya number, i'm the main factor that'll extract ya, pack enough heat to blast ya away at sea like a casta-way
No guts, no glory
Shit a little rant, but back to the story
Bought fabric went home to make some shit
Make my own clothes stores don't carry shit
Finish the piece, lay back, admire it..
Then the dark thoughts slip in...
Scary shit


[Chorus: Carlito SF]

2 cents, all im gonna hear is others opinions til im dead
Only making matters worst tryna put shit up in my crazy head
No it never mattered
And i'm on to all your deception
Follow my own direction, i could give a damn if the road is lonely
X2


[Verse 2: Carlito SF]

Back to the thoughts, they becoming so constant, attacking my conscience, mental
Picture couldn't be depicted so clearly unless it was drawn out with a stencil
Privileged enough to have a carefree life but a life with no problems i wish it could all be so simple, So dismal...
You take everything for granted & your whole world crumbles...
I dont believe in some outer-worldly source, its somethin' wrong with me..
In school for psych & i still can't tell whats wrong with me
& i feel like a science experiment cause all anyone ever wants to do is dissect & break me down
To find out why i spark their interests & why i think they're all crazy for capitalizing a pronoun
When they're speaking on god, such horrible grammar
Then they turn it on me saying i have such horrible manners
Whatever
Sad case, get out my face
I tell em time & time again, i'm fine being alone, i dont need no goddamn friends
Sometimes i write & wonder how many lines gonna go over heads
Some dont wanna hear it, others dont wanna understand it
But they got it wrong if they think they not gon' demand it
They can't stand it
& i'm just here looking at my bad decisions in my iphone, crazy pictures
Then i go to my notes & stare at my artwork, such beautiful scriptures


[Chorus: Carlito SF]

2 cents, all im gonna hear is others opinions til im dead
Only making matters worst tryna put shit up in my crazy head
No it never mattered
Oh yea & im on to all your deception
Follow my own direction, i could give a damn if the road is lonely