Max Tringham - Submarine [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1 [Max Tringham]:
Minds all illusions, soberness is elusive
As lucidness is profuse in my dreams, leaving contusions
On brains bruised bullshitting my demons up off my roof and then
Chewin couple of rufalin, ram my fist through my uvula
Truth is the only use of my troubles is muses
Groovy fucker flew the coupe you can google him
Probably get a Pulitzer Prize soon, and then I go rule Jerusalem
Just a sullen rebuke from a dude zooted to Jupiter
Trying to remain in numbness, but every day I get flustered
Stumbling through stomping a slew of your thought bubbles
My thoughts get heavy, I'm sinking inside a submarine
Overwhelmed by the smell of my dead head's pungency
People get more treacherous, nebulous more devilish
Boy I'm android sent to deploy money trees
Money, trees
Honey, please
Got a second for my bitch but no time for a hoe see
Busy smoking potent meeting quotients on the low D
Overloading my nose with a dose of something I don't need
Poach the Holy Ghost but that motherfucker I don't see
Put a bullet in your skull from this gulley and watch your boat sink
Whip my whip, spit some shit made of gold
So damn blunted probably run you off the road (Huh)
Put my fucking bumper in a pothole
Little fucking kid no muscle but a god soul

Bridge [Max]:
Message from the monster, I'm gonna wreck your Mazda
A bite up out that wheelbase'll get you thinking proper
Spitting only literal, never spittle no proverbs
Head spinning lemme just get a hit of that ganja

Hook [Max]:
In the desert, its one man survives
The one that's giving fucks- that's the fuck that'll die
So get up my dungeon, your bitch on my side
Better worship, the person, that's giving you life (hoe.)

Verse 2 [Max]:
Oh god, the slurs of my burnt consciousness
Swerve a couple verbs, I hurry and curve off of them
Pure profits, that's all that I got, pocket of consonants hot
Lost them unfurling my heart properly, I
E collar these ass eating anomalies
Ollie off Apollo and body the verse properly
Fuck your hoe in a cottage and call you to boast- probably
Fuck off everyone sick of my god complex
Best rapper to ever enter your mind frame
Third eye shatter, allowing my mind to migrate
Through space, I take it one step at time
No gravity, package thee thoughts with these dope rhymes
My palace is full of casualties, actually it's your time
Keep my bitch in a sanctum, and I see her with closed eyes
Its all (uh) half past macabre
Sailing half mast through galaxies and the cosmos
Wondering where my mind go, pondering where the time go
I was awesome at this rap shit for one month it's gone though
Huh. Put my fucking bumper in a pothole
Little fucking kid no muscles but a Gods soul