Mat Lee - Beating Hurts [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Cracking locks like a Loch Ness monster drop ship
About to rob this fake carcass with bombs lit
On some of that parsnip laced
Arsenic baked mob mentality dark art tip

Bomberman black ops shit
Code name N64 game cartridge
The first one to go down golden gun
Throw rounds then I pause for bong rips

Trust me, it don’t happen that often
Trying not to get stuck coughing in a coffin
Or trapped in a fat suit boss hogging
The anus of jokes swamp swapping

So whip out your charge cards and start dropping
Fake cash on fishy shit like a smart dolphin
Caught up in fishnets and blow holes odd problems
Tuna new leaf and start solving

I don’t think you think we think you
Keep the whole world in sync how you
Keep beating heads against streets
You sense that all your sheep are leaving

Silly humans it’s all do or die
So please try and figure out what your clue is like
Or get the fuck right back in line
And forget you ever knew how you grew a spine
And pray to the great god of suicide

That’s all that’s left, just you and I
So leave special pleading at the door before you try to ruin mine
Bore someone else to death with that stupid mind
Recycling media made just to waste your time

I don’t know what to do it’s like
All the suffering in the world is just for you this time
In hopes that all y'all may use it wise
And if not well at least I know I truly tried

Who’s been down from day one to rudely ride
Down the road dirty as fuck with this moody mime
Let’s wax a moonshine and let the drooling find
Their own slice of time and space to try

Reset the simulation, but for real this time
Wait what is real this time?
I forget which time is this time?
Wait a minute, which line is this rhyme?

State the difference between this time
And the time you miss, fine I won't describe the drive
Or why inside we thrive unless
Humans confess and pick up their mess and then wreck and fly

I don’t think you think we think you
Keep the whole world in sync how you
Keep beating heads against streets
You sense that all your sheep are leaving