Fardaad - Need Your Love [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[fardaad]
Real talk always filled with silence
Real walk always filled with violence
So we don't leave until we hear the sirens
I shall lead - yall can do the filing

My nails bitten down till the blood gets shown
Im going to tehran for mamani's blood vessels
But baby i shall be back when the dust settles
With that Khamenei swag like "fuck rebels"

I mean fuckyall if you don't agree
Cuz i keep my clique so orderly
Im smirkin like the mona-lee
They workin like they owin me
But who the fuck am i supposed to be
Just me myself and I fardaad lonely
The chauffer at the rotary
For all the love they showin me

Yet im a speck amongst a buncha spectators
I need your love so of course i spect haters
Well...let's see which force is greater
But i need more than 16 you can hear the chorus later

This for my paintbrush - and the paper
Shouts to every single penny that i ever saved up
For which every whore-bitch tries to take us
But one day you wake up like
"wait up, this a shake up"
My vision blurred by the make-up
She smitten by the pay stub
In this autumn i leave before i fall n
They go rake us

And you wonder why we playas
But perhaps that's just the way they made us
So nowadays i just say and do fuck these hoes
Grind to get radio to play us because

I need your love
Even tho you might like me
I need your love

Something that you'd love to mention
I had to be the center of attention
And even tho it causes tension
It's what you took advantage of

I need your love
Even tho you might like me
I need your love

Im screamin
Look at me: you're staring at a savage
Slut butt fucker - marijuana addict
No it's just a habit
I do that shit a tadbit
So I can get along with you mutherfuckin half-wits
Half-heart half-dick half people
Half of which are bitch and half of which are evil
And tho i said half i never meant they equal

See my math is feeble and my mind's kinda runny
But tell me if you're coming
I'll get you in free
Then ill get some shots just for you n me
And just so you can see I will put on a show love
Rabidly rippin heavy raps up off my shoulders
Rant like your gramps in my hand there's a rolled up
Newspaper get it dog?
Two major credit cards in my back pocket yet my credit is kilt
Feeding my Merican dream's how i got so debt-filled
Tryina be a little off-less
Still im a more-on
Type of idishit that gets champagne to pour on
Ran game for so long
Got more tracks than an addicts forearm

Sure dawn if you must
But bring your bright ass back in for dusk
Is my discussion with the sun as i raps to the moon
And write to the night and send the ocean to his room
Im just coping with my tunes - it's the deadest thing
Like hoping on a tomb - but i sing for you