Ronnie Dylan - Fairytales [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hook

Do you want from me, what I want from you?
Cause' I don't think, you thought it through
All is well, in fairytales
But this is real life; I mine as well
Do you want from me, what I want from you?
Cause' I don't think, you thought it through
All is well, in fairytales
But this is real life; I mine as well

Verse 1
Homeboy put ya gun down, all this sh** is run down
Now it's 120 different bullets that could come out
Bar none, don't even tell me where ya from
Cause' the only shots fired now-emoticons of guns
Who you rapping for? This ain't rap no more
This is John Cena-Randy Orton, floor seats in all arenas
I see my tires screeching
I see a lot of hungry mouths, who ain't never eating
So what we doing, reaping off a tour?
Sleeping off a couple groupies from the night before?
We getting too attached, what you finna' do with that
And who can take it with them when they in a body bag?
They said I'm too concerned, they tryna' take my turn
I'm trying get you what you asked for you f***ing nerds
Cause' we ain't giving back-I ain't content with that
I know there's something worth the fixing boy I'm meant for that

Hook

Do you want from me, what I want from you?
Cause' I don't think, you thought it through
All is well, in fairytales
But this is real life; I mine as well
Do you want from me, what I want from you?
Cause' I don't think, you thought it through
All is well, in fairytales
But this is real life; I mine as well

Verse 2
Forget that closed minded, stepping over toes climbing
Doing everything he say man what, you know Simon?
I know you hate yourself, you don't see no other way
You gotta' show em' what you worth and then you make them pay
I mean the times are changing, y'all need to beat the curve
They wanna tell us all about some sh** we can't observe
I know you hate the pigs, but get up out your blanket
Cause' what you listen to today influence what you thinking
We ain't stupid, nah we ain't stupid
We just afraid we won't ever get to prove it
I know, I know something, yeah I know something
You the type a pussy that won't ever show nothing
But nonetheless, y'all look upset
Y'all wake up every morning like "the f**k is next!?"
No cutting checks, no Henny glass
No wonder why your life a mess now let me ask...