XEL - Pessimist Tradition [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(XEL)

Lately I been feeling like nothing is okay
Unless I had a couple puffs and some Jose’
Stuck with the co-pay
Got these little demons on my shoulder
That are telling me "fuck what the hoes say"
Try to recapture the feeling, it’s stacked to the ceiling
I went out as a hero but then came back as villain
Man, I’m after the millions too, don’t get it twisted
If this rap shit don’t work for me I’m a still need them digits
This an ill evil sickness that I’m living in
I got anxiety in my veins depression is my imprisonment
Desolate conditions, a pessimist tradition
You’ll never get to listen to my bitching no more I’m giving in
But God damn, man you so funny
But I’m on the edge on sanity barely living off no money
How’s a tiny bit of laughs, gonna pay the bills
They gone find in the grass, with another plate of pills, shit

(Hook)
Everybody hates me, I’m losing control
Another bottle down, I am moving too slow
Reading from a script then... no beating this addiction
Don’t ruin the show
We’ve been over this, feel nothing is a cold as this
Feel like I barely know what sober is
Time to give it up, time to fess up admission
Is free with me, cause that’s the pessimist tradition


I don’t wanna stay and kill the relationships I have left
Playing with the past less but Satan's at my lab test
Taking in a fast breath, and hoping I’m a be alright
Hoping I can see the light, open up a deeper sight
I need to write, but tell me what about?
My friends and family all of them I cut em' out
They want to see me fail, so I gotta take another route
Trying to get me in a jail, so a lot are fake no love devout
Tell me why I’m trying to impress, people it’s time to confess, evil
Inside of my chest, lethal and I should know
Violent of stress feel like needles I’m kind of a mess, see through
Got lined up regrets, leave you inside of a show
So yeah I climbed to the top when I young but still I don’t know when I fell
And you playing with poker kings now and you showing your tell
Ain’t nobody really worried about me
I’m out G, and I’m going to hell


(Hook)