Truck North - The Rain Maker [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse Truck North]
Yeah, tree top high so I'm bird's eye view
When them doves start to cry
The eagle has landed, hope this ain't the last ride
There's no sunshine when worlds collide
I've just decided with the time I had provided on the planet
To be the best at it god damnit
No reply when I look to the sky
So I got to go to war alone when it's time to die
Back to the wind, cup full of hen
Big booty girls got my mind on spin
BJ tell me keep your mind on wins
Cause it seems the more you write
The more the herd starts to thin
Fair enough, but how I see it bruh, it ain't no mother fucking herd
I'm in the race with myself
It's hard to place the blame when the bearer has your name
Lifetime of shame for four minutes of fame
When it rains it pours cats and dogs
Down to the gutter where all of them rats crawl
Where the biggest deal don't really mean nothing
Sometimes that's the rut you get stuck in

[Man speaking...]
I have more respect for man who let me knows where he stands
Even if he's wrong, than the one who comes up like an angel
And is nothing but a devil

[Verse Truck North]
Final frontier, so I pour a little liquor for the ones who ain't here
The one's I hold dear to my heart, who aren't there
It's what it is when you're way past tears
I've just decided with the time I have provided, on the planet
To fly high, and say fuck landing
But that height takes a little more planning
Cause' once you leave the stratosphere, then your ass stranded
Back to earth in a flash
I just got a quick call about some fast cash
A slave to my past, so I suffer the lash
I'm a sucker for punishment, I pray it ain't as fast
And although it never does, hoping never hurts
But it still feels wrong like cursing in the church
Mama always said that it could be worse
But that's some glass half-full shit
Fuck that old bullshit
Superstition getting in my own way again
Bad skin got me sitting in the damn can
Bad luck got me itching for an exit plan
So I ain't waiting in line like I'm the next man
Enough rope to hang myself, plus an extra noose
The eggs hatch when the chick has come home roost
The pudding hid the proof, so I tossed my dreams in a backpack
I'm jumping off the room
They say the sins of the father fall upon the son
So the next chapter I write could be my last one
Heads up, niggas about to catch a bad one
And I'm swinging on you niggas until my times done

[Man speaking...]
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