Melvin Burch - Thinking It Over [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I almost text'd a girl this one time
Then I went and wondered if she'd think "XD" was wack
And if she'd even know what it meant
And if "Haha" looked dismissive or like a decent laugh
To tell the truth, I don't know if it's the latter or the former
I just didn't wanna ignore her
But I couldn't decide what to say back
So I chose an anxiety attack in a corner
Paralyzed by thought, and therein lies the fault
Not afraid of risk, but terrified to walk
Except in front of a mic, cause terror dies, and I
Go so animal, I hear Eliza talk
Wild, I know, bittersweet, rap Thornberry
Say I'm out of my mind, I say I'm out of the ordinary
You say I'm over-thinking? Trick, I might be
But I think I'm on to something, so get like me

[Hook]
I don't wanna leave my bed because pretty much everything
[Makes me wonder]
And I don't wanna leave my house because pretty much everything
[Makes me wonder]
But I don't wanna leave my head, even though every single second it
[Makes me wonder]
It's the reason that you see me now, so I love when it
[Makes me wonder... makes me wonder]

[Verse 2]
I almost dropped a song this one time
Then I started thinkin' 'bout markets and targets
Audiences and demographics
And the over-abundance of so-called artists
What separates a classic from garbage?
How can I be timely and timeless?
How can I make the life of a dark kid somehow look appealing to these white chicks?
I'm in a position to either be listened to
Or written to a page in the book of the trite
Could be polite and above average...
Or bring innovation with brashness, I'm asking
What is accessibility really, when perception and opinion make any notion of such seem silly?
To define my art truly
I'm either a drop in the ocean or a shark in a Jacuzzi

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Gotta get a grip, slow it down, sort it out
Put it back together, or better, just throw it out
But I've never been good at letting go
I still want my 2nd grade crushes' X and Os, you never know
Is what I like to tell myself, but she's married now
My heart got my head wiggin' like Harry's owl
It's like he's perched in my dome, tryina' stare me down
Now I feel like I bird brain; very foul
Every owl isn't wise, I've found
This one lay eggs, that hatch and cause brows to furrow
Which cause wrinkles to form, from being overly thorough in every thought;
It's not smart, it's horrible
Birth of an idea, that grows out of control
Go too deep, and you get thrown out of your soul
You find yourself on the outside, looking in
Only to double-take that; now, look again

[Hook]

[Ad-Libs]
You know, it's like... it's like one of my favorite artists said
The problem with over-thinking is... you create solutions for the good and for the bad