Tsu-Surf - Neva Forget [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
I came in that house with blood on my hands
My mama just blinked
She ain't yell, she ain't scream, she ain't panic
Did none of the above, just took me straight to the sink
That super kind response got me kinda scared
Like what the fuck could be going through my mama head?
Maybe she knew about the box that's behind the bed
Washing blood off my hands
Don't know if it's mines or theirs
I know she hear my heart beating cause I could hear it
Whatever she got to give I gotta wear it
"What the fuck? How the fuck? Why the fuck?"
I could hear it… but she ain't say shit
But she accepted my ways
Or told herself for the last time I wouldn't change
We was doing about 90 with the easy pass
These highways assist you to death
That's just a easy pass
They said follow your heart but I don't love much
And bring the party to me cause I don't club much
Standoffish, but fuck it
Stuck in my ways and shit
Amazing, tricking always turn a good one to a crazy bitch
I ain't stopped rolling since the bud came
And I ain't had sleep since the buzz came
More money more problems
You would probably think I love pain
It be so much hate, damn, I forgot when the love came
So much shit to do I need a longer day
Road to riches, sometimes it feel like we took the longer way
Friends seeming few and made a left
Could've kept going straight
Some pit stops for pussy, met some enemies along the way

[Hook: Tsu Surf]
I never forgot about nothing that happened
I just roll another blunt, I try to push it to the back
They asked me how I'm doing
I tell 'em cool, same old, same old
A lil this, a lil that
And if I never make another dollar
I'll have a pocket full of pride
And if you ever got a gun to head
You tell that mothafucka look you in your eyes

[Verse 2: Tsu Surf]
A little Sprite, a little codeine
Went away, but I did it for my home team
Them past stories new nightmares, whole dreams
Grippin' the strap, thinking lay em flat
Bumpin' old Beans
Apologies won't clean up my fuck ups
The work, the traffic, the niggas that we stuck up
Mama talking, be wishing mama shut the fuck up
The hood got hit soon as I left, I guess I lucked up
But pray for me, I still sin a bit
Can't be scared to lose if you try and win a bit
We be out of town now, foreign faces, women, chicks
The value spot, chicken chop, Teriyaki dippin' shit
And if I never make another dollar
I'll have pocket full of pride
And if you ever got a gun to your head
You tell that mothafucka…

[Hook]