Danny Brown - Fruit Cocktail [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:
Tryna get high to forget that I'm broke
Though its high tide still gotta stay afloat
Sweater over hoodie used to be my winter coat
Dish detergent liquid when we ran out of soap
Walk in to the store plastic bag filled with bottles

Stolen basic cable on our ol' floor model
Check in the fridge, nothing to eat

Baby mama killing roaches with her bare feet

My nigga hit me off I fucked up the sack

Trip to Coney Island fucking with a hood rat

Now a nigga back, right where I started
Real true livin' definition of an artist

So now a nigga old but ain't shit changed
Hid this morning when the light people came

Now point me to heaven cause this sure is hell

Tell me whats the difference from being in a cell

Hook (X2):

Mama in the kitchen, scrapin' up a dinner

Daddy play the lottery, hope he got a winner
My brother on the block, tryna catch sales

Sister on the pole, shake her fruit cocktail

Verse 2:

I got locked up, I came back home

Takin' county chances, just to keep my phone on

My baby mama trippin', that bitch don't even work

Stress a nigga out, got me payin' child support

I'm flirtin' with the Beam, I got a date with death
38 revolver, got two bullets left
Sometimes I daydream, about puttin' in myself

Runnin' up to heaven, trippin' up the steps
My nigga want a square, only got one left

So I'm a bust it down with you
If I had it dog, I'd blow a pound with you

My nigga understand, that's just how shit goes
That's why we get high, cause we feel so low

And tho we livin' fast, the money comin' slow

Got a lid up on my nigga, cause his time goin slow

Said a pray for him quick, fans gotta let him know

Hook (X2)