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

(Verse 1)

What's the problem with me?
Family members ain't talking to me
Me aren't happy
No talking spiffy
What about old old
She ain't talking is she?
I could add some more metaphors
Similes like
I kill space like a Necremorph
How about I give you something to remember more
A love song that is not about a girl
I never see my mother and she home sick
Always calling and she asking how my love life
She left me for another, next question
Both have depression
So we have an obsession
To asking how you been
Do you miss me still?
Both popping pills
Mind against my will
Working to get me killed
And miss these fucking calls
Ignoring all these calls
Damn


(Hook)


Thinking bout the future, it makes me wanna throw up
Maybe I don't, maybe i don't wanna grow up

But really though whats one missed call?
(Ever thought of that)
I'm really sorry , I know I don't accept these calls
(Ever thought of that)
What if one day I call you, and you just don't answer at all
(Ever thought of that)

(Verse 2)

Add some tea for the pain, then I paint
Feel a little cold
I just got me some dank
Smokey in the room, I can't see myself
Man do I feel myself, what a crazy world
Bieber throwing eggs at his neighbors house
Do you believe it?
Depends on your fascination
Is you sick? Of course not
You know why motha fucka?
Cause I seen all your vaccinations
No I don't own a coupe
Own an Astro, woopty woop
Miss the times when my grandma made me chicken noodle soup
The only person who would tell me it would get nicer
Till my mom got tired of getting piped
(Her and grandma left)
All the way to north side
Sometimes I do go there
But it's no fair
When there's no stares
For me
Cause I'm a cool MC
I deserve
The

Motha fucking bitches
Mother fuck you niggas
See me and my crew
You get mother fucking jealous
I know we fly, money knee high
My Levi's the mic
I find you
Saying you don't love me
Nigga I decline you
Bitches? I decline you
I don't care about it
I'm so used to losing everything I love too

(Bridge)

Dad I'm sorry
(Trapped in my mind)
Mom I'm sorry
(Trapped in my mind)
Young boy pronounced dead
(Trapped in my mind)
Fucked up in the head

*Song glitches out, and a windows system error appears*

(Verse 3)

20 missed calls
Woulda called, but I tripped balls
On my porch, Legs Cris cross
Cigarette in my big pocket
I play my own shit, I'm a bit cocky
Act tough
Know I'm a bit jockey
All these lines that I said are just distractions
But it never justify my actions
Of me fucking acting
Like it doesn't happen
Cause it always happen

Start to think about your grandsons
58, you ain't looking so handsome
Talking bout all the goals that you ran from
Hopefully it helps move your son
Cause he was talking bout quitting with a suicide
And to motivate him what the fuck do you reply?
"Are you a man? are you gonna mother fucking cry?"
And your wife knows you harsh to the little guy?
Now she cheating on you with the cable guy
I don't fall in love, and niggas always wonder why?
I mean really what's the point in mother fucking trying?
Nothing last forever, even you are dying
We all in life as a pun for a big punch
Take the c-h
Add it to the "Aise"
"Oice"
Choic-Es
Is
Death



(Hook)


Thinking bout the future, it makes me wanna throw up
Maybe I don't, maybe i don't wanna grow up

But really though whats one missed call?
(Ever thought of that)
I'm really sorry , I know I don't accept these calls
(Ever thought of that)
What if one day I call you, and you just don't answer at all
At all(15x)