D-Lain - Intro(Vert) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: D-Lain]
I sit alone when eating lunch people irk me
Im antisocial, feel unearthly
Say that im an alien when im a homosapien
Sit in college, seek knowledge, never been an atheist
Wonder all the time who or what created this
Big rock we all spinning on, planet that we livin on
Can I learn it from experience, or must it be a synagogue?
Searching as an earthling, and im hoping the creator don’t tell me that I did it wrong
Im playing Diddy Kong, Diddy Combs words flowing through my mind
Im wasting a lotta time, should I be on the grind?
Or should I be enjoying life? Yall think im toying right?
I watch whores on all fours on laptops
And make sure that my door is padlocked
Im 19, don’t know how to flirt yet
Think you having girl trouble, know im doing worst bet
Dudes hatin on me when they say that I rap good
Understatement of the year sir, I am that good
God gave me this skill, nobody takin it
Oversized hound, you are all bacon bits
Laugh while you can bro soon ima be the king
Bling’s not a goal of mine, I just wanna hear the ching
I wanna travel without having to battle with a bank
I ain't tryna be rich, mayne im tryna be sane
Know im D-Lain, lemme tell you what I ain't
I smoke on nothing, I don’t need your dank
I bump Lil B, Ion need yo drank
That rappin with a lame gimmick ship been sank
Im tryna tell a new story, I ain't grow up in the streets
Moms ain't on crack, pops ain't dead-beat
I am not some type of reformed OG
But I do guzzle H20 by the OZ

[Hook: D-Lain]
I refuse to be confined to a nine to five
I wouldn’t feel alive
I wouldn’t feel inside
I’d just be a tool for the world to use
I gotta do what I want to do
I gotta do what I want to do
I gotta do what I want to do
I gotta do what I want to do
Ooo

[Verse 2: D-Lain]


D then a dash then a lain
It is he who can breeze on a track like a train
Ghost Rider he carry heat in his brain
So yea he yellin peace when it rains
So he need an umbrella mayne
And he never rock a chain, cuz he don’t want the fame
He don’t want the blame if a million rap fans turn out to be a shame
Then the critics claim it was a result of the music they was playin
Teachers question if he’s clinically insane
But his friends know, he’s in no kinda pain
And his kin-folks know that he in love with Nintendo
Typin on his MacBook, starin out the window
Skullcandy headphones covering his earlobes
Renegade nerd, you know he don’t fear no
Man, destroy all weapons
Haters wanna attack him for the shoes that he step in..
Even though its uniform for the set that he reppin
Left sick songs in plural, number before 7
And I Picked up Hip-Hop when I was bout 11
Didn’t really pursue til I heard Below The Heavens
And ever since then my lyrics been progressing
Some people don’t like it, but hey I ain't stressing
Forget about you, im staying out of depression
By taking stories from my life and putting them on a record