Morocco Brown - Vacant [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Morocco Brown]
I’ve been running away from my thoughts
See them chasing me

[Verse 1: Morocco Brown]
Running away from my thoughts
Light up this blunt let me take this plane
Running around all these blocks
Spend all my time trying to chase this paper
Fuck it my future is brighter than any fucks fired
I try for to sit on you all
Fuck it my Luther is silent, the activist in me making sure I don’t fall
Hope I don’t burn in this city, I’ve learned from this city
It weren’t for this city, robbery posted up servin’ them nickies
Mooky and [?] do work with the fifty
Power this black house to purge in my city
Urging my city for change in a purse
Here are my thoughts, in a Range or a hearse
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Aim for the gang get the wrench for the girl
Chasing the bank with a tank full of verbs
Young black man with a thing for the herb
Spit it so clean with a brain full of [?]
Ain’t y’all know that I spit it exactly
So y’all know that I came for the world
Seventeen in the booth with my demons
Ebony with the boots on my seat man
Can’t wait to see the truths of my preaching
Cause I can’t delude all my teachings
Bought this cape and boots with my visa
So I can save the dudes on my features
And I can say and do what I please
Cause I paid the dues on my lease up

[Hook] x2
I’ve been running away from my thoughts
See them chasing me, oh
I’ve been running away from my thoughts
These streets is vacant, bae

[Verse 2: Morocco Brown]
Running around with this noose on my neck
With the booth in my head and the town on my back
Track after track smokin’ pack after pack
In a foreign black Jag got the racks in my lap
Traffic is bad but the pack and [?] got my ass in the lab
Passion a green til the gets us mad, passionate rocks on the surface I crash
But these looks is deceiving, artists oughta be preaching now
What the fuck was you thinking? New forgot and it deep in now
Daddy told me don’t sell your soul for some fucking gold
That’s some tweak shit, wow
One the nine my pops turned around
And they gunned him down for some G shit, wow
Hoping I’m saving my city, hooray for my city, I pray for my city
Mayor [?] the case don’t get lifted
Bullshit don’t phase me I pray for ascension
Ruthless creations but waving my city
So [?] face don’t look empty
Guns don’t go poppin’ those tensions go swiftly
Grabbin’ my nation my patience go with it

[Hook] x2

[Verse 3: Taylor Bennett]
Walk on the beach, hold my hand
Tossed in the world, don’t get lost in the sand
PC dust got her hooked and lookin’ for a helping hand
Turn to movies and [?] man and a plan
Gotta run, gotta fly, gotta soar, gotta dive
Sore from the pain but you goin’, am I right?
Coulda been a cheerleader but that isn’t your type
Confused blowing [?] paper ‘stead of moonlight
Blue moon sittin’ on a coaster
Miss girl culture claustrophobic
Only hang with white girls but her black friends don’t know it
Don’t ever use a glove, 23 like Michael so sorry Mrs. Jackson
But I am for real
I got a flight to catch I gotta show to kill
And then float the roof
The crowd crazy aight

[Hook] x2