Young Gordo - Voices In My Head [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Times is getting tough, we're starting to get desperate
We're running out of luck, I'm losing this I cherish
We gotta make it
We gotta make it
We gotta make it
I try to pray to God but I'm steady losing patience
These voices in my head telling me we gotta make it
We gotta make it
We gotta make it
We gotta make it

[Verse 1: Young Gordo]
Most my friends don't know half the shit that I'm going through
My stepdad ain't worked in six months, I might be moving soon
I won't even finish my last year in highschool, with the same people
That I grew up with. We were so little
Causing all that bullshit
Getting into trouble, the world was so basic
Now that we've grown up, man it's not the same shit
Rich niggas tossing out that Lambo Murcielago
In my house there's constant talks of moving to Chicago
I pray to God that today I'll just fucking hit the lotto
The bills are piling up, I'm just thinking "Why Lord?"
But we're gonna make it through, you can mark my words

[Bridge]
I'm still a kid, man
This is fucking bullshit
Troubles cloud my thoughts and somehow it's still lucid
I'ma have to buck up, fuck I gotta face it
There ain't no other choice yo we gotta fucking make it

[Hook]
Times is getting tough, we're starting to get desperate
We're running out of luck, I'm losing this I cherish
We gotta make it
We gotta make it
We gotta make it
I try to pray to God but I'm steady losing patience
These voices in my head telling me we gotta make it
We gotta make it
We gotta make it
We gotta make it

[Verse 2: Young Gordo]
I still count my blessings, even if some missing
Not enough for seconds so I hunger for my siblings
I'd rather eat less than let them feel that stinging
Family comes first, man that's just my way of thinking
Gas wasn't paid, we had to shower in cold water
Rather than bother my mother and stepfather
I kept complaints to myself like a good son oughtta
I know that times is tough and we can't afford luxuries
I had a thousand dollars saved but that was spent on groceries
And my college classes cause that shit isn't cheap
If I can't make it rapping I'll still have a degree
But that's then and right now, rap is what's gon help me

[Bridge]
I'm still a kid, man
This is fucking bullshit
Troubles cloud my thoughts and somehow it's still lucid
I'ma have to buck up, fuck I gotta face it
There ain't no other choice yo we gotta fucking make it

[Hook]
Times is getting tough, we're starting to get desperate
We're running out of luck, I'm losing this I cherish
We gotta make it
We gotta make it
We gotta make it
I try to pray to God but I'm steady losing patience
These voices in my head telling me we gotta make it
We gotta make it
We gotta make it
We gotta make it

[Verse 3: Young Gordo]
A few months from now, I'll be at a university
Piling up this debt while my parents try supporting me
Push that pride aside while we're calling all these favors
I'll be damned if we aren't a nuisance to my neighbors
Apply to every job, but nobody wants to call me back
So it might be bout that time that I started selling sacks
On the low my brother might have started selling crack
Fighting down these tears while I'm laying down this track
All this shit that's going on, I won't let it show
I just grit my teeth while I eat blow after blow
Taking gut checks that life's dealing out
We done made it so far, I can't give up now

[Bridge]
I'm still a kid, man
This is fucking bullshit
Troubles cloud my thoughts and somehow it's still lucid
I'ma have to buck up, fuck I gotta face it
There ain't no other choice yo we gotta fucking make it

[Hook]
Times is getting tough, we're starting to get desperate
We're running out of luck, I'm losing this I cherish
We gotta make it
We gotta make it
We gotta make it

[Outtro]
To God I'm praying
I'm losing patience
I'm losing patience
I'm losing patience..