KCLS - Blunt Combustion [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I can't sleep, I can't keep away from the beat
It's like I'm 6 feet deep in the ground beneath my feet
Unless I'm hittin' the street, and puffin' on weed
Kickin' raps and schemes completin' lyrical dreams I mean

I'm getting fucked off of blunt consumption
Bud combustion, yo, with no interruption
Self destruction motherfucker no it's not constructive
But fuck it if I'm not at least a little productive
Above it, yo, below the radio clamor
I'm hammered, fuck ya life of glamour
Fuck ya p's and ya q's but please excuse my manners
So ballin' you'd confuse me for Kevin Durant or
Ted Bundy cuz I kill microphones
I find them alone, kill it put its head in a box
Wrap the wire round a rock and drown it just down the block
Effectively chop, with no electrical shock

I kill a mic every day, and then I smoke on a blunt
And then I smoke more blunts, I never smoke just once
Writin' lyrical stunts, a hazy shuffle through tracks
Muffle the critics while I blaze and make stacks
That stays intact, I never blow all my dough
I just buy a bunch of dope like a couple of O's
Every so often, you scoffin', I just be coughin'
Then I sell the other half right back for a profit