Wise Old Owl - Cognitive Dissonance [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

All I really wanna do is go out
But I gotta stay inside to stay alive
But I don’t mind the weather is nice
But the clouds overhead might be my demise
And I can’t figure out what I’m gonna wear anyways
But I gotta get to your place
I’ve been all over the place for days
Forget the razorblades
No grab em anyways
We might need them later
(Now now now!)
Don’t be a hater
Dress like a skater
What’r you lil wayne?
This shits insane
No it sucks
These lyrics are the worst
Come get it my dicks as big
As the littlest bratwurst
I’m cursed but I’m blessed
I’m naked and fully dressed
Lets have a crazy sober party quest
I don’t care about the rest
But how are they
Seriously?
What time is it
Time to go
Time to flow
I don’t know anymore
Stuck to the floor
And I’m still wanting more
And I’m flying so high
Above the clouds
Everynight
All night
All day
Every day
So straight
That I’m gay
I don’t care what you say
Your opinion I won’t debate
This situation will deleniate itself away
It’s totally different but it’s all the same
Fuck the fame it’s a lame ass game
But you better believe I’ll be at the top
So you better be learning my name real quick
This slick shit won’t quit
But I’m at the tip-ping point of my life
My love
My hate
My fear
It’s all right in front of me before it all disappeared
It’s a tear running down the cheek of a haters beard
It’s high time
Time spent
Flying high
Passed me by
It’s all a lie
It’s all the truth
I’m a vegitable fruit
So ugly I’m cute
I’m the smartest baboon
Don’t worry it’s all gonna be over real soon...

And I can’t decide which side of my brain to listen to first
I’m about to burst
I’m about to stop
Snap and crackle and pop
Kill a cop or be the snitch ina flophouse drop
Runnin too hot runnin too cold
My heads growin mold
Fold the paper and turn my origami into golden oldies from the 1970s
Bitch!
Be pleased
Shouldn’t have to tell ya three times to get down on ya motherfucking knees
Chain me up around some big oak trees
Just to burn the whole forest down in this old ghost town
I’m an ice age freezer burn on skeleton keys...

Cognitive Dissonance X 4

And it’s plain to see
But it’s easier said than done
I’ve lost everything I’ve ever won
Under this moonlit sun
And it’s four-to-one odds
That you’re not even having fun anymore
Tryna blow out my own vocal chords
Hearts under the floor boards
This place is Mordor I’m Golem and you’re Frodo
I don’t have any more lyrics to spit
So I’m just gonna let this track play through...
But that was a lie just to fu-fu-fu-fu fuck with you!
Cuz I’m totally mad
Totally insane
Totally bonkers
(no it’s everyone else including you)
Its not much of a shocker
To point out the lying truth of this place
It’s a massive head game evolution tomb
This whole worlds breaking out from its womb
It’s gonna be a beautiful place once they get rid of me and you
Those motherfuckers up at the top won't stop won’t give in
They know what’s best and it’s them
It’s a landslide hypocrisy
Blah blah blah lets just dance and see
Who goes home with who
Drink a bottle of truth serum
It’s a pussy playing flute
That’s a bit of a moot point don’t you think?
Well I don’t
I'mma throw in everything but the kitchen sink
It’s a purple pink stink, better believe
Better be gettin some relief
The man’s a tree and I’m the leaf
Fluttering in the wind
But I’m the man
So ain’t nobody gonna win
This game of life
It’s what you make it I’ve been told
But I’m getting too old for this shit
And I’m barely getting started

Who farted?

And I can’t decide which side of my brain to listen to first
I’m about to burst
I’m about to stop
Snap and crackle and pop!
Kill a cop or be the snitch ina flophouse drop
Runnin too cold, runnin too hot
My feet are on the bottom of the top of the mold
Fold the paper and turn my origami into golden oldies from the 1970s
Bitch!
Be pleased
Shouldn’t have to tell ya three times to get down on ya motherfucking knees
Chain me up around some big oak trees
Just to burn the whole forest down in this old ghost town
I’m an ice age freezer burn on skeleton keys
I’m deep metaphor to your like a simile...

Cognitive Dissonance X 4

(Yeah
You fuck-faced motherfuckers
This song is really fucked up!
So shut the fuck up.)