T.A.C. - Goldeneye [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1)

I was born
In the premise
Living
With parents
Apparent that I'm cared for in this sentence
Some big presents
An N64 with some cartridges
Mario Kart, Star Fox, and Goldeneye
I started shooting guys at the age of five
Invited all my tribe
To sit inside
And witness murder with my life on the line
I'm scared of real life
I sit inside
My mom asks me why?
Why do you cry?
Maybe cause I love these games
Want to live in em
Wanna be a hero with a sick emblem
And I love that I don't go
Anywhere with goals
Only play along
To the things I see
Anywhere I pee
Is accepted, geez
Please
Could you just help me
Stay this age forever?
And do, nothing
And do, nothing

(Hook)
I'm just a kid with an appetite(4x)

(Verse 2)

Now the Ps2 came out
Playing 2k
Bring my neighbors out
Seven to 69'ers
Come over and fighting for
Def Jam, Fight For New York
Not into sports
So I go outside to the courts
And I forgot my shorts
And these niggas b-ball
I'm standing 3 feet tall, waiting to throw a point
That I'm young, but I'm skilled
These lyrics, I killed
You wanna hear em after class?
Now got fans, wanna chill
Then I lived for the thrill
It was funny, until
These bills hurt my Un-kill
And affected my pops
I wanna pop
But pop rocks, go together with a couple rocks
A couple nugs gets a couple fucks
From these broads in seventh grade
Still cool in the middle
Still spilling riddles
Little did he diddle, spit a riddle
That affected little Jill, and her Little Bill
All ultra
Al-Falfa


(Hook)
I'm just a kid with an appetite(2x)
Yo yo
I'm just a kid with an appetite
Yo yo yo
I'm just a kid with an appetite


(Bridge)
Nostalgia(2x)
I gotta clean my fucking room(4x)


(Verse 3: Dakota Basinger)

Moving like rumors
I'm puma
Shoot your medulla
Onto a wrecking ball
Then shove it up Miley's ass till your neck fall off
I catch 'em all
Next involved
I'm the best of all
The rest of y'all can catch a fucking body if the tech involved
Swimming pools full of lifeguards
I might charge
I bite sharks
And chew on bike parts when my life's dark
You could find me in a house where the lights spark
Snorting white bars
With Lysol, off a dyke's bra
You dried out like Right Guard
On my right arm
My sights gone
Can only see my future through my right palm
After that, let's get smacked through a white bong
And visualize dudes in tight thongs when I write songs
(WAIT?)
Did I really just say that?
Society might judge me, I might get payback
Labels on my A-crack
Shooting at your Maybach
Just a kid with an appetite, and no ones gonna take that
Kota

(Hook)
I'm just a kid with an appetite
Goddamn it
I'm just a kid with an appetite
Yo WOOH
Just a kid with an appetite
Bang bang
Skeet skeet on her
Petite