Marshy miyagi - The white donkey [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I know I sometimes do Ketamine
But get rid of it raves would be better then
I'm not saying that I'm a rave veteran
But K at raves is funny like Dave Letterman
It isn't my loss fundamentally
K at parties was never meant for me
Thought about how ketaminated the scenes going to be
Looked like I was dead last time I done a G
Only stuff you can get now fake like a pseudonym
You should only do that if you’re a fooligan
People looking good on K that's fictitious
Get rid of it if I could it isn’t delicious
People who don't do it cool like they're frozen
You don't want to sniff until your nose is broken
Pretty much disappeared now but nobody's sulked
Until fiends like don't touch this nothing be solved
Ketamine uses are fools exact to me
Dealers started selling Methexectamine
As a replacement for Ketamine makes you
Look like addicts of methamphetamine do
I think that it makes people sociable no
For fuck sakes put on the brakes an over flow
Of rank people on Ketamine fun hardly
Origins of it's use couldn't have been parties
It can cause division leave you with a fucked crew
Leave you all without a sense of prevision
Lack of life precision damage it does to
Your nose makes you look rank so give your decisions
A review it's the rankest tasting chemical
People who use it are infinitesimal
Don't be doing it and you'll have a better day
So don't go after K like the letter J
Do K your heads done 1 you won't see it again
I know someone who ticked of their mate then
Pretended it had been put in a washing machine
Misrepresented the scene going submarine
Discontented longing for a guillotine
Desperation comprehended not funny
It leaves desperation and your self un-segmented
Days when you could go without it expended
When addicts’ needs to tick a gram's presented
Fiend undercover with principles bended
Days when you could go without it lamented
Didn't grow up wanting to be this: unintended
This prescription for boredom what we need to cut
Get a real hobby stop being a baby
Before we go to abyss k addicts what
I've got to crush like something about Mary
Don't ride the white donkey like a jockey
Because that's how you permit an autopsy
It destroys your body and your life chronic
Makes you into a copy isn't comic
Makes you into a zombie isn't tonic
Makes your mind swampy to life you don't commit
Makes your route wonky and yourself un-sonic
It's hard to ride the white donkey and stay on it
From troubles got to come back like rebuttals
Used to sell K but finished like burst bubbles
To people thinking of starting K hustles
You’re a wheeler dealer until your wheel buckles
When you get patted down the baggy rustles
Then with police you end up having tussles
Your tick liters but money never doubles
Then ways to tick grams you work out like muscles