The Thought - 30 Dollars (Kanye West Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: The Thought]
Rent paid, high, down to 30 dollars
Ain't shit I can do, with only 30 dollars
Pinching time, got 30 dollars
Ten days, buying food, with only 30 dollars

[Verse: The Thought]
BLAQKNOIZ, yeah, yeah
Down to final pennies and I gotta make 'em last
I never check the app so I'mma take it out in cash
Need a little gas, pulling bottles out the trash
Easy on the throttle, I don't wanna burn it fast
2 PM I'm hitting Denny's for that easy dine-and-dash
Plate the table next to me and empty out my glass
Nobody to lend to me, I'm overgrowing grass
Paying for a parking pass to sit-in on your class
Got so fucking fat, can't afford that 9 to 5
Always stuck in traffic, so I'm eating while I drive
Bubbling lactic acid all that's keeping me alive
Make $11 on the hour, that should be a fucking crime
Give me 32 of those so I don't get insurance
Never, ever, send me home, no matter if I'm hurting
Oldest way to pass the time is at the counter, flirting
But don't want me to "kill your vibe" so "here's some dish detergent"
However hard you working, they ain't ever gon' advance
Sooner have you searching for another song and dance
Boomers still ain't learning they can't leave this shit to chance
And that tumor ain't for certain, so you better curb your plans
Curses be to courtesy, it's certainly a trance
Purpose of your urgency is third degree to Stan
Sermons only worse to me, my verses come from Pan
Listed my priorities, it's currency then Man, damn

[Hook: The Thought]
Rent paid, high, down to 30 dollars
Ain't shit I can do, with only 30 dollars

[Verse: PHIL]
10 PM, June 6th, PHIL
Dollar, dollar bill, dollar, dollar bill, dollar
I tell you how it feel, yeah I tell you how it feel
Without a dollar to your name, but they buy a grill
Thirty thousand on deposit, man it can't be real
I tried to be fly, turbulence hit you, grab the wheel
Value meal eating, my stomach rumble
My stomach, it stirs, these lines get blurred
Ten thousand in the strip club, it's too absurd
I'm hating life, get back-stabbed by knife
Man, this can be life!
You seeing blessing after blessing while I'm seeing nada
I see a change coming like blinkers in right lanes
Never making it man, that shit is so frightening
But you living with that pressure so I can't complain
I thought I knew the ropes like premature wrestlers
I need investors, get hit with these ball heads
I call 'em Uncle Fester, what happens when you Lurch
I get played for the worst
Yeah I'm tryna ball like I play for a sport
Don't hop in my lane, you off-course
I got a Kia Rio but my drive is a Porsche
I've been with it since I hopped off the porch
I hop on the mic and turn your body to corpse
Homicide when I write a line
Need the money now, I never had it
There was no living lavish, there was no bad bitch
So don't tell a nigga 'bout that flood-out wrist
Damn