Just B. Polo - Reasons [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
They said I’d never do it with my music so I let them doubt
Told me pick a lane, I picked a few and then I set a rout
People sit around, saying nothing else is coming from the little man
Same fans begging me to put another record out
Let it out, tell me that the past is all behind us
In reminder that the whole town down now we goners
Honest, trust circle, the 70’s show
I’m so Hyde, you Fez, they stay red, They so Donna pissed
Bring you to my infant hitting pan days
Treating competition like its Bart Scott, Can't wait
Now they hear my music when the band plays
Damn, got them stuttering like M-M-M-M Manray
And in my past days hope that they remember me
Heavenly scriptures sending me naked pictures at seventy
Memories of me telling these enemies as they laugh at me
But I could give a fuck like Tebow, chastity

[Hook]
So you thinking you the heir, while you sitting on a chair
And you don’t believe in God, but you living on a prayer
And you don’t believe in odds, and you don’t believe in evens
But these numbers never lie, so I don’t believe you reason mother fucker
I said I don’t believe your reason mother fucker

[Verse 2]
You were such a class clown, man I thought you were kidding
And I laugh now a teachers pet would shut up and listen
I see these dogs and they bitches with paws in submission
Its oral tradition, so more or less, I guess our morals are different
And then they told me “Keep calm you can carry on” (on)
On a plane, keep calm thats my carry on (on)
All the same, loop living, going on and on
Sleeping in the day because I am night [M. Night] Shyamalan
The way she throw it at me, she’ll be getting tommy john
Looking thirsty, sun is up on Ramadan
Kids suck so I (Wha) with the condom on
Bring a weird crowd, so my show is looking Comic con
They say when life is handing lemons get the lime light
I’ve been dressing up like every night is prom night
Because the things girls do for a retweet got me thinking
What a woman’s doing for a Klondike
And my homie has a shirt that says he’s higher than most
All would be a lie the way I’m trying to dose
And you looking at a new wave, eyeing the coast
I told them “Welcome to the Jungle with a gun and a rose”

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I’m seeing too many ex’s, with little time between
Complex visions of a simple minded scheme
Plus they heard I’m different so these women trying to see
And they been trying to make it better like there’s something to redeem
Higher from the steam, with a lower self-esteem
Won't be hall of fame the way I’m betting on my team
If blue resembles sadness and the yellow is your glee
I guess I understand the fact that jealousy is green
But the past never changes, friends become complainers
Then complainers turn to fans and then these fans become your strangers
I love her and then I hate her the heart of an entertainer
The smartest verse I’ve written are looking like no brainers
Containing myself from drunk texts, every time the sun sets
Bending over backwards for the groove, call it Funk Flex
World upon my shoulder I told you, I got enough stress
Passing on the question if I ever pass a drug test
Whats next if we’re going backwards in paces
Because our education is only made to teach you the basics
And they say to make it, gotta give an arm and a leg
But you should keep it because the secret is to reach it and chase it

[Hook X2]