HideandSeekZoo - Misadventures [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Yeah, I feel good
I feel good, I feel good

[Verse 1]
"Falling in love is easy
Falling out takes a bit practice
I mastered both without the use of a mattress"
That's Sage Francis
So, save the theatrics
I'm trying to find a breath of fresh air
In hella grasp
But it lasted, for as long as I can endorse
To be honest, this rap shit doesn't help anymore
I think I deserve something better than what you're all giving me
But, in all fairness, I'm in this shit willingly

[Verse 2]
I'm seeing you, But you ain't seeing me
I'm feeling you, But you ain't feeling me
So, what it really be
I'm tweaking frequencies having entities speak to me
I'm hiding in the mist of the truth but, you ain't seeking me
That ain't a play on my name I just want you to do the math
Before I die and go to heaven I have my bible autographed
It gets me assuming the best
The full package and all
But, I keep my hopes low so they don't hurt when they fall

[Verse 3]
It'a all sugarcoated and dumbed down
When you observe 'em through a microscope
But when I speak into a microphone
String all my elements, here to bring you closer
But fuck being famous, I could die from exposure
A fake or real here to jack the mass appeal
Man, I'm hoping that this music shit could buy me a meal
And not all those who wander, are lost
And I'm cost of all the thoughts that I manifest or come across
And I'm feeling like I got my own purpose to fulfill
I'm like a, god on wheels
Too good to be real
Here to heal the wounds that got me singing tunes
I slowly consume, the loud silence in my room

[Bridge]
As if it's all I got
Besides the words that I jot from thoughts
Slowly stirring up and drawing out my plot
No breaks, no stops
No other way around
The lost are never found
That's such a beautiful sound
Cos it's all I got
Besides the words that I jot from thoughts
Slowly stirring up and drawing out my plot
No breaks, no stops
No other way around
I'm lost and never found
That's such a beautiful sound

These are the types of words
I let a blind man see
What I envision of my life
But, what kind of life is that for me
Slowly, passing me by
No need to ask me why
We try to make the best of our time, writing rhymes
These are the types of words
I let a blind man see
What I envision of my life
But, what kind of life is that for me
Slowly, passing me by
No need to ask me why
We try to make the best of our time
We writing rhymes