Thiago - Overload [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yeah yeah listen up, I do not suppose you know
I'll be working overtime until the system overloads
I'm overdosed on overexposure, haters proposing no
I will stop composing flows when Voldemort can grow a nose

Y'all doing shows for show, I do it cus I can't stop
I'm just doing me and people asking for my Hancock
Grooving to the music, moving bowels, making pants drop
Investing like a cash crop, stressing like it's my last shot
I do it cus I want to, not cus you paid me to
Try to obtain a clue, I'm crazy till I'm gray and shrewd
Doing this is what I love, just sit down and play a tune
Maybe for a couple minutes, maybe for a day or two
Go head and pay your dues, see, I'm not made to lose
My sounds like Samurai Champloo and y'all like Sailor Moon
I take pathetic dreams and color them with shades and hues
Depict a fucking masterpiece, quite an amazing view
Lace your shoes cus we're running and not coming back
Not until the moon is orange, not until the sun is black
I wanna see if they can talk without their tongues attached
Not living your life and I hope you're having fun with that

Yeah yeah listen up, I do not suppose you know
I'll be working overtime until the system overloads
I'm overdosed on overexposure, haters proposing no
I will stop composing flows when Voldemort can grow a nose
Yeah yeah, until the system overloads
Yeah yeah, until the system overloads
Until these motherfuckers know the code
I'll be working overtime until the system overloads

Yeah yeah listen up, I don't think that you're aware
I need full attention, don't blink or lose your stare
Do it wherever and whenever, don't care what you think
Practicing like hockey shooting pucks in rinks, lucky kinks
Bucks & rings? If you want to, I spit because I got to
The elephant cook in the room, bitch, fuck Gazpacho
You're new probably to goon's army, a tsunami
Flow, style fresh like Tom off of Toonami
Cut and glue hobbies, following the trends
Saying, proclaiming they're real, but really all of it's pretend
Gone, gone, it will end, send the corpses-es back
Rapid and fast, damn maggots, in fact, more will attach
Don't understand you, generation, and they respond "as to you"
Don't want to live life angry, so I just laugh it through
Beating boxes, boxing beats until they're black and blue
Looking up to MF DOOM, J, Guru, and Asheru