Robert Raimon Roy - Oh, Fuck My Brain [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Rob Roy]

Oh let me, let me go!
Don't let me get me though
Oh, let me get me every Penny and be every Joe
Oh, don't forget me
No, I sure don't let me get me tore
So go on and skip me if my head be heavy on the floor
So swolled up, I so get so much
I so get so soulful, I so get thrown up
Oh holy moly, only 44 bucks
To show me only most holy 44 guts
44 fucks for 40 "oh, shucks!"
Owe me 4 "lawdies" before we go cut
So okie-dokie whoadie, throw me both up
And do the hokey-pokey so she blows me those nuts
Open, don't shut! It's a brand-new day
I'm hoping for a new brain in a major way
I came to make things like my baby's name
Cause baby, ain't a baby that ain't a damn thing!

[Hook, part 1: Clare Marshall]

Oh fuck!

[Hook, part 2: Rob Roy]

It's just my brain

[Verse 2: Rob Roy]

I'm a say what I finna say
When I finna lay in a freight train's way
Finna get up in a bit of straight-leg days
And get a little bit of "it'll shake weight gain"
Shake-shake mine's, break-break lines
Take-take wise, I'm a take taped thighs
And take 8 wives while I fake 8 lives
Hey, I may be lazy, but I make great lies
I don't know what I suppose
Although I know I go so low, I know my toes
Hello? Nobody goes? Oh, well!
Better get a better leather coat on sale
Very well, very well! Watch me bust loose
To cram the truth in juice cans for stamp proof
Damn it, I'm a fan of the brand that don't droop
So baby, take your ass to the back and pack boots!

[Hook, part 1: Clare Marshall]

Oh fuck!

[Hook, part 2: Rob Roy]

It's just my brain

[Verse 3: Rob Roy]

Don't get it going for no one, I'm going pop
Cause going ain't a-going if blowing it doesn't stop
On until the morning I throw them a dozen rocks
Broken a couple locks, hoping to oh-my-gosh I've broken a whole crotch
Oh, it goes so slow - I don't watch!
So I sure don't know the whole plot
But hold my own as though I've grown lots
In hopes I won't flop or fold like old socks
Told the whole globe, "No, I won't drop!"
Though my own soul's cold as Corn Pops in bowls of old milk, froze with no top
My phone is on roam, so no I won't chat
Ain't no way! Baby, call me crazy in love, I love change
I love to love loving, ain't nothing that strange
So come and give me some of that lunch for my brain!

[Hook, part 1: Clare Marshall]

Oh fuck!

[Hook, part 2: Rob Roy]

It's just my brain