Mickey MONDAY - Self Conscious [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
…I'm not really one for intros

[Verse 1]
I get so self-conscious
I often weight out the consequences
Say to myself I should drop this shit
And purge myself to stop from spitting
There's a list with options in it
Scars on my back
Narcotics from doctor's visits
Popping pills like awkward pimples
Introvert that's locked in a bubble
Playing this game and get lost in the huddle
Argue with Karma get a nice rebuttal
The small things matter the most I'm far from subtle
I lost my cousin to a bullet combusted from metal
Cause a hating ass nigga with jealous intentions
Couldn't settle the tension
I had to watch my big cousin go home
And from that day on, I knew I was never alone
He followed in his dad's paths; we called him "Lil Footz"
His essence was rare; I can still feel him here

[Hook]
I don't have an ego…
Just places where my thoughts run…
I don't have an ego…
Just places where my thoughts run...
I don't have an ego…
Just places where my thoughts run...
I don't have an ego…
Just places where my thoughts run...

[Verse 2]
I get so self-conscious
I often weight out the consequences
Say to myself I should drop this shit
And purge myself to stop from spitting
A chilled glass with XO in it, but listen close…
I got a problem with these women, I don't love these hoes
But somehow I end up in some fancy clothes
In my favorite pair of Jordan Airs; Theses bordeauxs'
What they're attracted to it has to be the clothes
A long face and humungous nose; when I stare a picture
I see a million flaws; when I post one up everyone's in awe
I don't see this dog; please believe me
People say I look familiar like I be on TV
I don't believe in the flattery
And keep your two cents; there's change in coincidence

[Hook]

I get so self-conscious
I often weight out the consequences
Say to myself I should drop this shit
And purge myself to stop from spitting
Delete every notepad written on my iDevice
And dream visions through celebrity's eyes
Indecisive in life's dimensions
Progressing through age with a host of questions
Questioning my faith and counting my blessing
Put them in my dresser; let's be honest
The industry's longevity is kinda tarnished
You fifteen minutes of fame no longer promised
I'm no longer solemn; Listening to beats in a dark room
My thoughts are typhoons, turn off my iPhone
I might just go soon, I weigh the outcome

[Hook]