GrewSum - Lose Control [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Grewsum]
I’ve been watchin', waitin', hopin'
For somethin' to make me whole
Always wonderin', thoughts keep runnin'
Through my skull til I lose control

[Verse 1: Joey Oz]
Can someone tell me where my mind went?
Cause I can’t seem to find it
It’s music and making money
And the money that I spend
Got me stuck here with nothing but luck
And even the dime left
And my debt it’s like I’m buried to my neck
And my deck, but then I met her out on the grind
Catch somethin in me screamin “nowhere to die yet"
So I've been sittin' at this desk so long my damn spine bent
From trying to get the pieces to fit
Goddamn it , I'm feelin' like I’m ready to snap
I’ve been giving em everything that I have
Or I had my life lapped from these fucked up laughs
[?? murdering tracks], still in trap
And searching for some other way to get over the scaff
That’s where I’ve been, till I make it
This is where I’m at, I’m here to feed off this plate
And I ain't leavin' no scrabs
[?] reason I exist, I can't, fuck no man

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Bloke C]
This town is breaking me down
I’ve been screamin' so loud but you ain’t hearin' my sound
Knowing these rounds, tryin' to buckle it down
Wanna see me high, but I live in the ground
Like a ghost in this game, I don’t feel it the same
Ain’t nobody hear me, they ain’t speakin' my name
Try to bring change and they look at me strange
Keep it the same man, simple and plain
I’m speakin' from the heart man, not for the charts
Let the beat speak to me everytime that it starts
Then I just pop off, notice: ain’t pop song
This is my life, I don’t know when or where I went wrong
Pretty grim outlook, I ain’t get no handbook
Look at me now, gettin' everything that you took
Hatin' on me is my motivation, this is demonstrated
Stayin' on my grind and I know you fucking hate it

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Grewsum]
What’s it really gonna take to make it?
Without sellin' my soul to Satan
I’m well known for flows that are more than basic
I stole the basis, headin' home in my goals and chase it
Having cold metaphors and a dope arrangement
Apparently ain’t enough, when you’re broke, you ain’t shit
Throwin' mad dough and the radio will play it
Then slowly pay back all them loans and payments
Yeah money is the root of all, evil
And it’s true that all people
Only call you when they need you, like a booty call
They’ll keep you at the bottom like your not allowed to bloom at all
Keep holdin' me back cause they know that I’ll snap
When I’m up on the track I’m super raw
I wanna make it while I’m still in my prime
Held behind all the time, they don’t want me to shine
Tell em “fine I don’t lie, we just keep on the grind
We are different design” (we are different design)