Tim Terner - Horror Movies [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Horror Movies - Tim Terner

Chorus:
Said I'm laying on my back with my feet up
The pain hurts less from how I'm seated
When I say I fucking hate you know I mean it
But Imma' call you right back cause I'm feenin'
2x

Verse 1: [Tim Terner]
Tell me how the hell am I supposed to sleep?
When I'm knee-deep in shit wrong with me
Said I don't dream no more, I pray to sacred G
And I'm calling out Freddy, hope he notice me
Cause I would knock him out, shit I would break his knees
I'm never dreaming when I'm sleeping like my soul is weak
And I guess I'll admit there's something wrong with me
I've been sneaking through life like I've stole the cheats
And I'm beginning to believe that they're on to me
I'm going down in flames like our economy
There's nothing wrong with me, leave me alone, couldn't afford rent
Gotta find another home so I'm gone
Backpack, and some psychedelics
They tryna act mad, man they probably jealous
Grab a trash bag, wear it as a necklace
Put over your head and say what's up to Elvis
I'm gone

Bridge:
Watch me paint a picture for you baby
Surprising what these hands can do lately
The way she move deserve a trophy
Please don't leave me here lonely

Chorus:
Said I'm laying on my back with my feet up
The pain hurts less from how I'm seated
When I say I fucking hate you know I mean it
But Imma' call you right back because I'm feenin'
2x

Verse 2 [Tim Terner]
How could I know?
This ain't' I how I thought it would go
A party to follow the show, we invited these hoes but they gone off some blow
(Blow)
I just thought you should know
This is nothing to me, would you just listen please, cause I'm down on my knees begging you to release my dreams and you "said no"
Said the torturer
Find me in the Back of the cornerstone
I'm through a portal door, with shorter sword on a transforming floor
All this shit came from liquor store
I ain't' a quitter nor a bitches twitter whore, rocking glitter for no reason
Jesus, fiends, diseases, evil people breeding treason face like Mona Lisa, bleeding, need a doctor please believe me, help is not an option, popping pills without precaution
In a hospital bed, it seems I got knocked on my head, and the reaper draw near as it seems he be plotting and watching for death
And I'm feeling his breath

Bridge:
So watch me paint a picture for you baby
Surprising what these hands can do lately
The way she move deserves a trophy
Please don't leave me here
Lonely

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