Jakob - Hurt (Freestyle) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Humming)

Sad boys

Can I get a hit?
Alright

Yeah Right x4

Steak and sippin lean
Huf socks, no weed
I'm a fashion forward model
And still a cig fiend

But really what I mean
Is that I'm sad
And yes I'm solid
Still a bitch but I'm glad

That I still adore
Another whore
Would rather be
With him more

I can't
Seem to forget
Now I start
A cigarette

Cleanse my body
Take a rest
Still my ex
Is just the best

Barely eating kate moss
Barely breathing rick rock
Still a psycho killer
Bruce wayne, kriss crossed

Off the list another hit
To get me through the lost
Sense of sight I still amaze myself
And yet I'm still lost

And 5 or so days
Wouldn't phase
The feeling I've raised
It still pays

Now I'm dead inside
Still you're blind
I'd rather relapse
Take a breath and then die

Would I lie?
Of course but only if
The last I've spoken
In your mind exists

Cut the feeling in my wrist
Let it drain you
This nirvana
Anxious

I'm pissed
And yet I'm still calm
Dead eyes no wrongs
Losing feeling in this song

Fuck girls at hotels
Man you know the phase
Three ways in the tub
Couple shots than hit the hay

I know that I'm alone
And when I'm getting
Higher than
The stone cold

Not that danny brown
Got the flow
So irresistable
Barely hear a sound

Walking in a white gown
Trippin in the hallways
Blood drippin down my wrists
Now I'm just tryna get away

From the past
Its so damn hurtful
What the hell you
Think I work for?

You got my show for?
Gotta show her
My dick between her
Leave her sore

I barely even know her
And that blaintly it is a shame
Cause the pussy is so good
The best in the game

Fuck being gay
I am lame
Put her on a leash
Just to keep her tamed

Now this is the part
Where I master
All the flow techniques
Leave weak minded
Souls trapped
At the bottom of my hole
Dark abyss so dark
You could miss

This moment I admit
Take a ticket
First a piss
Tsk

Leaking through my carpet
And I'm not even
Hurt in not the slightest bit
Blinded

By the torture I inform
My ears are what adores
My heart is filling pours
Fuck coors lighter than the shore

Wearing all black
To match my sense of living
Rather take a bullet
To my dome than be forgiven

For the sins I must admit its
A bad time for all
These teens on alcohol

Bleeding in the restroom
Blood all on my face
I'd rather quit
But I resumed

Save and then repeat
Don't you dare remove my seat
My past is not your fuckin business
Less I mention it in a beat

Fuckin over bullshit
Done with slitting my wrists
I'm sick of all this horse shit
I'm sick of all these whores bitch

I never stop trying
To kill myself I'm sure
I'll die with that wealth
And I keep it all white
Have you even read the help?

Getting through the time
When I should of got kissed
But in 2009
I needed a hospice

Now I'm dead like hopsin
Tonic up in heaven
Lonely in the dust
Of what you were born in

Always fight for my rights
And you know this because
I'm done and dead
In the past malcomn x(use)

I'd rather be the best cause
I'd rather be about myself
Then worry bout that deal
Get my record of your shelf

Smokin down my last pack
Smoking down a ten sack
Can't believe I'm with jack
Making more and more tracks

Mr. white
And j-a-k-o-b
Sour d and jay
We flow better than the sea