Goldini Bagwell - Secondhand Smoke [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Cleaning out my ash tray
Trying to get my karma right
Lost inside every pull
Cause when my lungs are full
I am a walking homicide
Gas face once the bath waters dry
Cause shit I swim a bunch
They call this style of spit
Ya chicks finger tips
On the fly, now, zip em up!
This is gold bar cinema, uncensored love
With the scent of a woman I call Indica
Remember us as the center of attention
Dripped in the same linens as the emperor
I'd been giving blood, sweat, electricity
Now tip my cup before you enter the vicinity
I'm in control here
Conduct a sin city symphony
Now who goes there?
Kinfolk this smoke can memento ya memory
On the road to nowhere
Destination infinity
The golden child is not all broken smiles and misery
What goes up must come down
So I keep a smoke cloud of sticky green
(Just to blow it out!)
Dinner at the Waldorf, Jameson sidecar
Change is what I'm all for, but old habits die hard
And my God mine are immortal by far
So I'm on my keep it cordial
But when I get ticked off do excuse the time bomb
My fuse used to be quite long
'Till I ran out of paper to write on
So if you didn't catch my angle on Chainsmoke
That's what i do when I write songs
I got nothing to lose, but the time I could of used to lose myself
Can't chill to loosen up my belt
I gotta move
I'm feeling most improved, playa

[Hook]
Time can only tell what the second hand won't
So I got em walking through clouds of secondhand smoke
I blow it out!

[Verse 2]
Don't get caught in it
You can die from a cough in it
Feel the threat cause you don't know the effect
That's causing it
Cannabis or carcinogenic
Cosmetic or augmented
The clause said it, you're not winning
You commented, now come with it
I'm manifested in God's vision
That's depressing for whoever God isn't
I'm blowing off steam, not venting
If you know me then you know I'm not kidding
I've saw visions of cold cash and hot women in a land where you can run free
But I'm trying to stay in one piece so I keep the bong ripping
(Just to blow it out)
Space...
I want more
So I brought 10 feet to place between me and the front door
So if you got something to speak then come forth
I'll be the light at the end of the street that all the freaks run towards
(Yeah, shining)
On the concourse
Trying to transform this Ford Contour
Into the comfort of a concord jet flying
Sitting coach, Rex Ryan
With a strategy for smashing teams by ignoring gravity
Just to see if we can defy it
On auto pilot like

[Hook]
Time can only tell what the second hand won't
So I got 'em walking through clouds of secondhand smoke (x2)
I blow it out!