DIY - Clint Eastwood (ft. DIY and Paulymac) {prod. Dan The Automator} [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Louis Strongarm]
I don't know how we got here
But we took it too far far far
And we'll probably never get back again
I don't know how he got there
But he took it too fast fast fast
And he won't stop until he's reached the end

[Verse 1: Louis Strongarm]

Complacent he plays with himself
Wastin' away all his health dazed he says to himself
The paper chase can wait i got no place for the wealth
Placed at his waste a bill he pays to play for the thrill
Of the kill it seals the deal while the taste of a pill
Still fresh on his tongue that he pops for his ills
Drills into his mind that what hes chased it is real
They can't see from the outside hes encased in a shell
Made of guilt he can't shake off its silly to play soft
When really hes way tough can't deal so he takes off
His feelings they stray lost like his thoughts have been tossed
So they thought at a cost half gone his eyes stay glossed
But in his quaint loft by the bay crops sustain
His so oft sought after life he inhabits
Silly rabbit games are for kids but hes gotta have it
Habit formed at a dark time in a dark place run rampant

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Above Average]
He’s got this addiction he’s wishin' he could kick it
But nah, he won’t he’s too busy sniffin', bitchin' and pissin'
Away his life. Astrayin' from right. Hes sayin' tonight
I swear I’m gonna quit but then he delays the flight
He’s knows its hurtin' him inside and out
His mind’s been doused with his lies and doubts
And on the surface his skins fried like grout
And in time he’ll shout like this rhyme he’s out
Out of his money, out of a job, out of a home
He lost his honey now he sobs cuz he’s alone
He might as well just be a dog without a bone
Known for close to nothin', puffin and and gettin' stoned
Yeah, but that’s how it usually goes
When you travel down the road of addiction to blow
You start off with that medicinal dro
So I whisper to those “Don't give in to it bro.”

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Pauly Mac]
Red blue and green mega pixels on the screen
Flickr in your face when you're awake and when you dream
Addicted to the glow its so much more than a routine
Checkin' out your status just to see whats to be seen
Your sittin' left clickin' or quittin' the boss trippin'
Or textin' to waste time on face time slippin'
We trapped in Auschwitz so how do we get outta this
Controlled by the remote control and mouse clicks
We're zombies in a way realize were being played
As we spend our lives inside deprived of the day
The people seem to not care they stare still unaware
They're livin' in the matrix Neo plugged in the chair
The devil plays with idel hands a vision of no grands
But we don't stand a chance on a mission with no plans
So stand up and stretch take a hike somewhere its rugged
And next time your struggin' just do you and unplug it

[Hook]