C.O'D. - Let Mom Down [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Long last your morals, pray they never control you
Stay true to yourself, listen to those who know you
Now you're listenin' to me spittin' 'bout weed and what it left me in
The old me is dead, go and notify my next of kin

[Verse 1]
Long last the high, may your life pass you by
Wait, that don't sound right
That's because I'm living a lie
That's the high way in the driveway of my homie's crib
And I ain't tellin' nobody what I just did
You're my dirty little secret, I'll do anything to keep it
Like lie, steal, cheat, fight, or dip out for the night
Pat and Dee raised me, 16, can't nobody tame me
Health class, laws, and videos all couldn't save me
Out in the streets, 5 deep. Young and reckless
Wake-n-Bake, pot and Pop Tarts is my breakfast
Then again, around 11 you can hear the ghosts inhale
At the cemetery ashing on memorials as well
Looking back, gotta think we going to Hell
Plus this weed joint, blunt wrap/rap's never gonna sell
But I'd made the best music of my whole career
So this blunt, Ima face it cause this is my year
And there's nothing that I fear in this game coming up
But before I started rappin' 'bout piffin', my lyrics sucked
And now I gotta roll this up just to get the same feel
And now I'm looking for trouble, it's an insane thrill
They don't know what they're saying, I'm tryna stay real
Telling me that I don't know the value of a bill
I know the value of 'bout 20 of em, 2 dimes 1 G
Then give me that Arizona and Chicken, that's the recipe
One thing's sure: Mind ain't higher than the rest of me
Gotta change for better or worse, the devil's next to me
So called friends disappear when the smoke clears
Then it's just me here, all alone with my own fears
Gettin' high was my way to hide. Seeing it at last
I've grown to know fake happiness temporary lasts
This isn't entertainment I'm just putting me on blast
So tell my dealer kiss my ass

[Pre-Hook]
I let moms down. Tears dripping from her eyes
I can't believe I let moms down
Eyes red but that's not from the dank it's cause of the dread. Fuck it

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Smoked outta my mind as I'm walking up South Main
Screaming "Don't kill my vibe" man I'm tryna maintain
With about 12 blunt hits, another 8 bong rips and I'm chillin'
Ain't never caught a vibe like this and
Ah! The streetlights' spinning can't even think straight
Thoughts be steady moving at a Veyron pace
And am in no fit state to be walking home this late
I caught a flash of red and blue and think isn't this great
Sauntering, stumbling, and I'm minding business when a- (police siren)
"Man what the fuck is this?"
"OD they getting closer nigga, sober up-Shit!"
"Okay, see them make a left? We gon' be outta this quick."
Now moms done pulled up right inside and said I gotta get in
I booked it straight into a corner and reached a dead end
And so I got in, unaware that I was smelling of burnt shit
On blast and spewing any tricks that I could come up with
I was going the motions, getting lectured and shit
Turning on myself like "Bitch nigga, you think that you slick?"
May 24th, boy I was high as the moon
And because I smoked up today, I'm gon' be dead until June
Now that was back when I was fucked up, now I'm with a level head
Influence-free, ceasing to let The Devil in
What's sobriety anyway? We all have our drugs
Maybe not the marijuana but maybe life or love. Listen
Lord forgive us. Lord, Lord forgive us
These days we pray. Lord know we sinners
Lord forgive us. Lord, Lord forgive us
These days we pray. Lord know we sinners. Fuck it!

[Pre-Hook + Hook]