Haze the Backpacker - Myself (Interlude) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Real shit
No fits to be pitched
Just
Pitched down kicks
And spits that make sense
When you're
In my position
Fuck the suck that he's written
I'm lyrically over with him
Cause he ain't no competition
And I'm real sorry to blow your high away
But people think its cool to talk shit
When im not okay
I just wanna chill
I ain't even check the track he made
But I know where we stand
It's pal-pal
Like palisades
And I'm just trying to find my way
Stupid motherfuck
You ain't worth the fucking time of day
Still making raps
About back-flipping tracks
You fake motherfucker
I just wanna change
Im making songs about myself
Self-loathin
Open wide up
See?
This motherfuckers broken
Slow motion
Raps making broke pens
Don't ask me about my songs
I fucking wrote them