JOSEPH (Dearborn) - Sell your soul [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus]
Tired light headed eyes heavy
The pen I still hold steady
Ready and go
Put the pen to the pad boom
Let it flow, I know I know
Don't ever sell your soul
Don't ever sell your soul
Don't ever sell your soul
I know I know
Don't ever sell your soul
I know I know
Don't ever sell your soul
Don't ever sell your soul
Don't ever sell your soul

[Verse 1]
I feel the new me growing
When I look in the mirror I see the new me growing like
How many times do I have to write these bars till I'm finally sitting at the b.e.t awards
I don't want to be here messing with these Pinner whores
How you gone do that? Well I don't really know
If I work hard and stay in this zone
Hopefully I'll be on stage with my bros
While the fake ones are watching at home
Imma bring it all back to the block h
Show them what I did represent at the top
And instead of passing knives and Glocks
Maybe they'll spread love but not to the cops
Props to David Cameron but sorry g it's time for me to take your spot
Hire my homies as my elected Mps
And smoke weed in 10 Downing Street
Till I'm in the House of Commons buzzing like a bee
When I get signed imma buy rollies
For the whole team
Fuck your supreme it's more of a belanciaga thing
Rags to Riches I mean it's so faketisious
Sign a contract with the devil cos he promised you bitches
And when your at the top they want to see stitches
So bullet proof your whip till you can't see out it
Gain so much money that i can't I need an accountant
Fuck all this shit

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
The text comes through while sitting in my room
Waiting for the penny drop so this girl can drop her top
Rahh, she blocked it like that got the whatsapp in all caps now I can't tap
I wonder if I make it with raps would she try n come back
But the blunt replies got me like fuck with another cat
Even though she got a nice back ah and we share ethnicity but uhh uhh I can't go back nah
It's been a rough pass couple months
Been chilling on my own a lot feeling lost
And when I'm not I'm in the studio with Mr Gough
Occasionally fall asleep on the settee wondering the cost
Of a life like my one
Heard my phone rung Unknown number
Who the fuck could have woke me from this slumber
Picked up the phone yo who's this hello?
No answer, bastard
Pull the phone from my ear looked at the screen
I saw my reflection thanks to the light beams
It's seems id be nothing if it wasn't for the nature of earth giving me worth
Even if it was a little, can't find myself out its like I'm a riddle
Like all this work I can't handle
I'm relying on two things that are almost impossible
Running out of my own fossil fuels
In the mirror like things that used to worry you now hardly do like what the fuck is wrong with you