Matt Thomas - GRIEF [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Alright
Yeah
Uh
Good grief, lord have mercy on my soul

[Verse 1]
I’m not a bad guy, it’s just a bad time
I bag dimes, and then I bag dimes
Pass rhymes like I pass lies, my past times, tell my ass grind, like I run a fuckin’ beehive
Mad as fuck, I’ve had enough
All these lies ain’t addin’ up grieving on some shit that didn’t happen bruh

[Chorus]
Yeah
Good grief, lord have mercy on my soul
And I don’t have the time to admit it I ain't playin I just fold
Bitch

[Verse 2]
Spent our late nights at the grave site
With no brake lights, lights flash, we got stage fright
It was run and gun schemes with my team, it was fun
5 guys, ski masks, and a gun, you coulda called us Gumps cause we run forest run
Chasin sun, behind us was 2 guys with loaded guns
(GUNSHOT NOISE)
I turned around and shot em in the face
I rest my case
I got down on my knees and said my grace
It was four in the morning, and the sun was gone
Took their wallets, hopped in the car and sang some swan songs

[Chorus]
(Laughter)
Good grief, lord have mercy on my soul
And I don’t have the time to admit it I ain't playin' I just fold
Bitch

[Verse 3]
This shit is perfect with the timing
And I ain’t lyin' when I’m rhymin’
Rule these bitches like a tyrant
Terrible just like i’m Ivan
And my shit is so defining
Future bright just like a diamond
Coming loud just like a siren, but i'd rather stay in silence, music blaring on the Ryan
And I hunt just like a lion
Make you pause just like a hyphen, make you break just like hymen
Make your end just like a Mayan
Make you move just like a Simon
Steal your ship just like a pirate, leave you stranded on an island
Standin’ tall just like a titan and I ain't really into fightin’, throwin’ hooks just like I’m Tyson

[Chorus]
Good grief, lord have mercy on my soul
And I don’t have the time to admit it I ain't playin' I just fold
Fuck your games fam

[Verse 4]
I won’t be happy till the world’s offended
Ya comin’ at me sideways well that’s fucking splendid
I won’t fucking happy till your life has ended, till you’ve been befriended by the devil and your body’s blended
Fuck you mean fam?
Shit
I mean you told my ass to calm down but I chopped ya momma up turned her into coffee grounds
They call me crazy, doesn’t scrape the surface
You should end your life sooner, you have no fucking purpose
Was it really worth it to piss my ass off
Now you in the ocean, no floatin’, no David Hasselhoff

[Chorus]
Good grief, lord have mercy on my soul
And I don’t have the time to admit it, I ain’t playin’ I just fold

[Verse 5]
Now you actin’ like we close but I’d rather pass
Light your shit up quick fam, I Grandmaster Flash your ass
Someone should've told me that my life was perfect
Bitch you have no purpose and you worthless, goofy like a circus
Bout to go versus, truly I will hurt ya
Ya shouldn't of been a serpent, honestly you should've seen the sermon
Tell me why you looking nervous, should've seen the nurses fore you started dancing with the devil's service, uh
I’m leavin’ people wordless, should’ve seen my sternness as a wiser person, burning bodies in the furnace, we behind you check your curtain, laying bodies on the surface, and my shit is super perfect, you end up missing that’s for certain
Um

[Chorus]
Good grief, lord have mercy on my soul
And I don’t have the time to admit it, I ain’t playin’ I just fold

[Talking]
Let this beat flow real quick
Shit
(Sigh)
Yeah
Swear to god

[Outro]
Who the fuck you thought I was?!
I swear anybody that cross my way I’ll put a gun to the head and kill they ass