ForestPunk - Still Spittin [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse 1: ForestPunk]

Somebody told me I'm too young to be this sad
The strugglin' must of messed with his brain or somethin'
Long live the reckless and brave
Cuz' dog I may be depressed, I ain't ever been 'fraid of nothin', fuck it
Okay that was lie, sometimes I rap when I'm high
And I exaggerate my actions, besides
Who ever felt adequate with they fucken' status in life
And never ended up trapped in they mind? I figure none
So should I stay a scholar in idiocracy?
Play the savior watching these kiddies follow me?
Take these major dollars or keep all my indie sovereignty?
When I just want to create the music that really got to me
Young, smart and talented, livin' for the freedom of it
Weedy cussin' at them fucken' schools that ain't teach me nothin'
Every week in the school system
Pay attention, your tuition to be in a youth prison, fuck that

[Hook]
Still spittin, still chef'n in the kitchen
Still wearin' tims still givin' ass kickins

[Verse 2: L.A.L.O]

L-A-L-O, special child, who would of thought he would of buried smiles
And left his heart under the darkest of the stormy clouds
Chain smoker, alcoholic mister late bloomer
Its been awhile but now Im back on it like paid hookers
Sporadic and my minds vacant, isolated
Its like Gods trapped in hells basement
Spit an oasis, hoping to carry me home
So I can put back the broken pieces that fell off of my soul
Feel so awful Im broke, its like my brain sickness
Contributed to my growth since the days of an embryo
Hold up and wait a minute, this the same kid who ditched class as freshman?
Sophomore years vodka sessions in the bathroom lifted?
I've come a long way from the days when lessons
Where found in a pair of handcuffs and my mamas stressin'
Young kid in a big city
Who knew that life would be a bitch and I would smack her silly, now really

[Verse 3:ForestPunk]

I just want a gold grill and a gundam for my backyard
To laugh as I step on muhfuckas' when they act hard
And cause so much commotion in my city I crash cars
Every time I take a leap of faith on the black tar
Puffin' weed in the cockpit, gettin' head by a queen
A shinin' eye of horus in his brain
Steady tourin' makin' music get euphoric when it bangs
And fire under that ass bitch, torch it into flames
These portraits is insane, phineas gage
That nigga forest is the mayne, he's really deranged
See he's the joker to your wayne, he's ahead of the curve
Takin back what they stole and they never deserved, word
Zadie Smith fornicated with some aliens
And made this baby kid born to make it out this crazy shit
Sick since I was born, ailments is in my genes
Greatness in my pheromones like wailin' egyptian kings