Obii Say - Undone [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
My father came over, tapped me and woke me up
Gave him his birthday card, we argued and he left
I called my boss today to see what time I work
I never showed up cause it ain't worth the stress
She says she love me, I just think she love the sex
Either that or she just wanna get over her ex
Now my favorite song saying "Fuck the world"
I laid off the sess, I need a cigarette
Cigarette ci-ci-cigarette ci-ci-cigarette
I ain't tryna kill myself
I need a cigarette ci-ci-cigarette ci-ci-cigarette
No, I don't give a fuck about my health
The devil on my shoulder saying "You brought this on yourself"
And with no cure, you surely will bring you to your knees
So what the fuck you need nigga, what you need?
Hopefully shit don't come along, fuck my money up
Bad bitches with them tummy tucks
How much you wanna bet that I go grab her butt
I spent all this on a date, and I ain't even fuck (fuck)
Question your motives, halt your motors
And I admit that I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing
Dressing in Chimpanzee clothing, loathing
X-X I'm rolling, Z-Z I'm sleeping
G-O-O-D evening

[Hook: Approximately 16 measures with melodic Ha/ah's]

[Verse 2]
Why won't they just let me be great?
Ah, these motherfuckers rather watch and hate
Ah, while I'm up here in this podium
Nigga watch your sodium
They swear they 'bout it, well so is me, and so is them
So I move towards them, bitch I'm going to war with them
You can end up on the floor with them, if you don't move
(Truce) Hold your horses, carriage for the marriage
But who caring for them parents, when the children grow
What the fuck am I talking 'bout? Same shit I walk about
Last time I walked the talk, I had to fucking go without
Uh, no collateral
They ask me where the ladder at to climb up to the roof
And I tell them the truth, and tell them that I kick from under
And they wonder why I'm swimming in this thunder
Not getting burned, motherfuckers can't wonder or even fathom
How I'm with them feathers, bad bitch named Heather
I'm rambling they gambling and scrambling to catch up
No mustard, I must start soon
And my typhoon will sweep them all up right up under the rug
I know I tend to bug with every verse that I spit
And every time I hit a verse then it's R.I.P'd
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[Hook: Approximately 16 measures with melodic Ha/ah's]