Donkeif - Tunnel Vision [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

There's a hook this time...

Tunnel vision, kicking kittens if they slow my mission
Stay moving like pistons in a moving truck engine
But ya’ll are just mollassus, you can't keep up, not fast enough
Plus I'mma hit the time warp, once they finally pass the fucking dutch

You're last and soft, im blastin off
Back in the play, my cast is off
The walls, like vans, I got game plans
To make ya bitches panties drop
Bitch I'mma make them panties drop
Bitch I'mma make them panties drop
Im poppin off like I dropped in a mento and screwed on the top
Im goin harder than hook kicks from jake joseph
Your bitch is goin down, but up is where im blowing
Os. And im not talking bout smoke rings
Fuck heroes and Heroin, but I'mma be your dope king
I got a chance to make it, getting hot, im melting faces
They slow as fucking snails, gary, indiana got em pacing
Smoke more shaggy do
So bitch watch out, im coming through
Kush cologne by Gucci the mane
Fragrance filling up my room
Fucking guns go boom and
My chickens general tsao
Your chick is my kitchen
Cuz your guns only goes pow
I got green on my mind, rolling paper, burnin trees
Ive been on my grind, not just weed, dude, im keif

Got tunnel vision, kicking kittens if they slow my mission
Stay moving like pistons in a moving truck engine
But ya’ll are just mollassus, you can't keep up, not fast enough
Plus I'mma hit the time warp, once they finally pass the fucking dutch

Y'all ain't fucking with me yet, yea I get that
You think I don’t got the wet flow to wet match
But got damn really im the best of the batch
Of acid domo's makin' in the back of chem class
So now im in your head, spinal tappin out the next classic
Groove on that shitty drum pad, and lay down dumb raps
Need dumb cash so I can see the world, drink chardonnay and blast
Away 4 gs a day, im spittin blades! Can I get paid? Dang
All im sayin, why I always gotta play the satan?
Makin literal killing, hit and run call it ditch fillin
I got these rich feeling, but that’s it, they are just feelings
So I resort to gin, sinning, scandalous women
And im getting sick and tired of nobody listenin…
So im slittin at the wrists of passerbys to ease my tension
What? That’s what they get, for not paying attention
You gotta pay to play, like syllables I got em stressin

Tunnel vision, kicking kittens if they slow my mission
Stay moving like pistons in a moving truck engine
But ya’ll are just mollassus, you can't keep up, not fast enough
Plus I'mma hit the time warp, once they finally pass the fucking dutch