JD Askin - Where the Werewolves Roam [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:

Goes out to, old friends and exes I’ve made amends with
Whose birthday presents included the Lexus and Benzes
Constantly pretending, impressions of what is trending
And he sees all of this through some Louis V lenses
Hits the club to get some, seventeen, is that too soon?
Trouble to see those double D’s, that’s a young dudes doom
And through moves the cello strums, his good mood swoons
He’s high as the yellow sun, sipping bottles of Blue Moon
Then models come through alcoholic monsoons
Shoving brew through skinny stomachs cause they've barely got room
And the clock reads noon, cops watch along Amsterdam
Some twenty’s in his hand about to cop his medicine
His old man is calling but he’s back with his friends again
Familiar faces faded laughing at pedestrians
Jewish friend named Benjamin who inherited Benjamins
Disease has infected him cause this ill life is testing him

Hook:

We’re out here rolling through city of Gatsby
Where addictions cling and the women try to catch me
Where to look, don’t know where to go
Well girl I can show you where the werewolves roam
The only thing I know uh
Is where they roam
And girl you ought to know
It’s because I am one of them

Verse 2:

Truth be told I haven’t felt happy in awhile
Skin so cold, even my ass couldn’t crack a smile
Lack the guile to grow up and have an impact
Still daddy’s child trying to keep my glass intact
Habitats trapped in this cabbage patch mess
Burn through all that green leaves a drastic mass debt
So I’m burning all this green to backtrack pass that
Spaz attack from the dark bragging rat maniac
He does it for fun but in his heart he matches brainiacs
Say he’s whack, but you know he always shows what honest is
You’ll need a whole boat to flow down his stream of consciousness
Religions not a must opposite of Dali Lamas pits
Rocker he is off of it song’s on get on with
Sweaty palms but you know the bong leaves him calm with it
Fire to a narcissist, rich kid arsonist
Vandalize your mansion with graffiti and some artsy shit
Fucking up of late some say I have a tardy dick
Hardly fit for city spots, Darby pit you’ll see me not
Starving kid from Africa, never sink I tap it love
I had to fuck, l Brad Pitt’s stomach bug, I’m acting up
Bags packed I’ll backpack it yeah I’ve traveled tough
Suck it up, keep my muscle’s buff, anger leaves my knuckles cut
Troubled fuck, don’t call me that, no basis like a treble cleff
Heaven sent but light my cigarettes with the devil’s breath
Ok it’s teatime don’t leave before the kettle’s set
Better yet, bring a checkers set cause he’s black and red
Dark bloddy like Miami heat colors represent
You’ve left him with a rebel’s debt, it’s right to just let him rest
At sleepy hollow you don’t have the head to reach his level yet
Don’t mean to be mean but guillotines leave a messy death

Hook:

We’re out here rolling through city of Gatsby
Where addictions cling and the women try to catch me
Where to look, don’t know where to go
Well girl I can show you where the werewolves roam
The only thing I know uh
Is where they roam
And girl you ought to know
It’s because I am one of them