QuayChronicles - BackSeat [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1: Quay
Lyrics formulated to frame my consciousness
Actually this my mind from a lost sarcophagus
Spitting a prophet I saw the future but I loss it
Let me go and back let me pause it
When I was just chillin outside in my backseat
Reminisce over time that I used to blow trees
Releasin my mind I really miss that feelin
As the stress float away as the smoke hit the ceiling
What is life a sick game
Livin life just to watch the wrong people get fame
While I grind my life away just to die a pit-stain
Buried six feet and I'm just another missed grave
These verses might cut deep
I won't even need ink I'll just bleed
If I die on this track
At least We'll know where my hearts at

[Hook: Quay]
Can you see me
Cause I'm right here in the BackSeat
Can you see me
Cause I'm right here in the BackSeat
Chill in my ride in the BackSeat
Where I used to blow trees
Release mind
Give mine
Need mine
Give mine

[Verse 2: Quay]
Things change when reality is the medicine
Taken twice daily and bitter taste is unsettlin
Now I'm stressin grey hairs at 25
Got me askin how much longer I gotta stay alive
Job layoffs made my mom sound like Lebron
Not 4, 5, or, 6, but how she even carry on
And I ain't no math scholar but I'm workin on figures
To see that she couldn't retire from workin at Dillard's
Seein fam manage make a grown man weep
That weight alone can make anyone lose sleep
Couple melatonin help me black out at night
I can't dream that mean I'm doin this struggle right
When them demons used to visit me
I meant that last line all types of literally
Believe or not I'm just lookin for a purpose
When my only fear is turning out less than worthless

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Quay]
Lord I pray I never go to hell
But if I do let be for somethin real
Let it be my soul burn just because my heart turned
Towards wrong way to get the right things earned
These means to reach them ends
To be free and not slave to them rims
Jay Z now what it take to be him
Let my moment of clarity just sink in
9 to 5 is how to I ain't tryna survive
I'm tryna live it to the limit and love it a lot
Mic skills that might will poison my body
And not praying to a God but praying Gotti
D'evils could leave you with no people
And ease you to ill fino with no sequel
Don't wanna die with a pocket full of lint
But what's a dollars in this life if ain't made sense yet