Dream Junkies - HypocritiCOOL [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: John Givez]
Lately life be feelin' mundane
You know, when life be feelin' unchanged
Unaware of the snare, my comfortability
Dyin' just to live, this comfort is killin' me
I swear, I want that old thing back
You know, that child-like faith, my soul need that
Yes Lord
We used to mob around the city in a Honda Accord
? sneakin' from his mother house, we used to call it a joy (right)
And lately that's been all I'm tryna do
Lil' mama fall on through, she say I never follow through
And what she sayin' probly true cause I'm a hypocriticool
Southern California playalistic cynical
Attitude having, rapping with a confused passion
Is it for the recognition or to make you recognize
The masses always prove to be the most ignorant classes
Word to journey big then turning red searching for the light (right)
I'm 'bout to get it jerkin' in the night
Where he lurking for the perfect person, pursed to get a bite
That's life

[Hook: John Givez] (x2)
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[Verse 2: John Givez]
Feel me lik you never saw nothin'
This here is like the tallest building, let me fall from it
And become a selfless example of what the selfless example is
When you're living for yourself (we all frontin')
Okay, now, let me hit my Paul Bunyan
Chop a tree down that couldn't produce no fruit
This is me writin' in my diary
Use no nuctose, intolerance
Toddlers is drinkin' milk so this is real to you
I hope my ramblin' is sweeter pill for you
Took the pill from the Matrix, now they callin' me the one
The problem with that is apart of me is done with me being worried 'bout the labels
Mainly cause they go and come
A code of fun is what I'm layin' out
The picture that I'm paintin', painfully is playin' out
The hypocriticools is the hypocritifools
Missin' out on what's important, call it Mississippi Blues
A message from me and you

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Beleaf]
Critics be quick to criticize
But cripple up with the quickness when checkin' our crooked eyes
I capitalize, I know they lies
Pants on fire 'till you retire
Hands am I a young black boy, the king and higher
Bring a sword to my hand, I beat you with each or either
See me oh my a, we buildin' up God on this building
He's fightin' our battles for us but we're far from chillin'
And still need a healin'
I'm hypocrite
I'm not a heavy drinker but I sip a bit
I'm sick of it
All these lyin' hips
All you stackin' chips to buy yourself some chains and whips
Everybody wanna master debate
But they take the bait and they lay awake
For your sake I say
Do not what you say, say not what you do
To your own self to be true
A message from me to you, uh

[Hook]