Pip Skid - Funny Farm [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
"You got a real rotten ass attitude."

[Verse One]
The love of my life I went and did so wrong
When she kept doing me right for so long
Like I was gone
And she lost interest
And all of a sudden, yo I'm back up in this
Like I expected her to patiently wait
Pick up where we left off, blaze a hot date
Too late
Don't recognize my best friend
But I'm professional who like to play pretend
Memory of a ten though I'm a junky geriatric
Fumble through the world where they know me as Patrick
Propel towards defeat, familiar with hurtin'
And if something is going good then I'll close the curtain
For certain, whatever I touch turns to mold
Bet everything that I got and then fold
Hold heads together so tight they sweat
Easily the most impressive person I've met

[Hook] {x2}
Ain't nothing
Hurt good, it hurt bad
Gone mad, miserable, sick and sad
Masochistic, wrist slit, inflict harm
They never come to visit at the funny farm

[Verse Two]
I used to be able to
Crack myself up
But I forgot what it feels like to laugh and that's fucked
Used to have my health but that left in a hurry
Physical state feels like the city of Suri
Been squeezed dry
Asthma's got the best of me
Air that we breath ain't the original recipe
At the hospital, nearly dead I suppose
All kinds of oxygen, tubes in my nose
Like, taking blows from [?]
Laid out on my back and my will is gone
Fruit flies pick at my heart as it rot
How many times can you request another shot?
I got
Teeth breaking
Gums receding
Won't stop chewing my fingers until they're bleeding
Leading a family through, misery fatigue
Trying to lay the blame but way outta my league
As if George Bush did it, but it's probably me
Most useless piece of shit on the M.I.C
One sad sorry sack of shit that don't fit
Don't care for myself or amount to spit
Get it over with
And it'll never be complete and
Every time I rap I'm wasting a good beat
In all the wrong places, looking for wealth
Cause you can't love somebody who doesn't love them self

[Interlude]
"Where it hurts...loss, mourning, grief, sadness, sorrow, heart break, heartache."

[Hook]

"Love gets so mixed up with ego. With insecurity. With inadequacy. With fear. With old age. With money. With sex. It is a hodge podge of confusion. So mixed up that practically no one really knows what love is."