Tim Terner - Trust Issues [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Trust Issues - Tim Terner

Verse 1 [Tim Terner]
This that out the window rapping, savage
Running shit like Justin Blackmon
Snapping like a slam poet, slam poets in open
I'm Fullly loaded, opponents noticed my moment, so I'm dealing with these hoes who'd suck and blow for a photo..
Please
I guess this means I might be on to something
On that "do me so fuck you I'm not afraid of nothing"
Not 21 but I'm drinking until the sun up
And somebody please tell Mike Stud to shut the fuck up
I'm killing off the weak shit that's been stacking up
Frat rappers hate the kid, but I ain't ever backing up
I'm spitting something worth a listen
Broke without a pot to piss in
04 pistons my division
Tryna make a living
The closer I get the harder I go
Working for a brand new crib w brand new hoes
I Never know where my mind goes
Do this with my eyes closed
Rapping with a blindfold
The center of the light show
My night is over but I still ain't' sleep
Put in work for my haters cause I they creep
See these people talk a lot, but it's nothing they speaking
All I know is t 2014 and I'm eating

Verse 2 [Tim Terner]

So this the part where I get real right? (Right?)
Say some shit the people feel right? (Right?)

Well no ones around to listen
It's just me and frank and seedless who gaining all this attention man we bout to hit the beach, splurge and get up on our tanning, while we waiting for you rappers to practice and get your tracks up
Cause competitions weak, we running through the streets
It's the boss in super Mario these other guys are Peach, Yoshi, Daisy, Luigi, even Toad, state to state I'm on the road, can see my ex without her clothes
She be blowing up my phone just come and see the crib
Get her over, get her naked, bend her over then I dip
Sega genesis, emphasis, man Ya'll see my plan with this?
I could start a band with this, maybe a couple grand for this
Bout to Atlantic records maybe, smoke then Interscope, baby
See me popping off boy this shit is crazy
Hit my ladies house, pipe until I wear it out, then drive her to the mall buy her shoes and have her wear em out
I think I thought I had a thought i thought I'd think differently
You only got yourself, you're people ain't what they all seem to be
Even your fucking friends, quick to cut dividends
Some homies claim they with you then they fail to show the evidence
The world is full snakes, weasels, cut out all you breaks, evil
Watch your car crash, swivel off and watch them speak peaceful
This shit is something out a horror movie
My shit is out in London touring, with some foreign groupies
See this the only thing I care about
And I ain't' gunna stop until I'm selling out the paramount
It's been a couple years already this far
This just the beginning, I'm gazing out past the stars
Riding with some luggage but who isn't?
Got skeletons in my closet trying on my fitted's
Tryna stop the kid from winnings like tryna stop sinning
Or tryna stop thinking, tryna stop a clocks ticking
It ain't' a locker box written, this some shock-a-drop spitting, never top my knocks, lowkey, drive slow homie
Because People always hate you until they love you
Let people think they all standing up above you
Until you pull the carpet out, under the feet, watch them hit the floor
Watch them notice that you working, like you open 24
Watch the looks on their faces change, faster than a speeding plane
Then they try and give you fame, fame..
All that shit is just a broken game
Tim Terner, bitch you know my name

That's just how it goes down

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