Текст песни: Irl (Incomplete, Repetitive, and Lazy) *1 Missed Call* + перевод

I’m incomplete

I’m jerkin' off in the street

I can’t even see why you’re talking to me

I’m repetitive

I told you I won’t do it again

But I still got you choking with my hands on top of yo head

I’m lazy

But I still get a little contemplate-y

I admit I say offensive shit but that’s the shit that made me

But I don’t give a fuck tho

I’ll still hit the blunt hoe

You probably just fucked yoself if pain is in ya butthole

Yeah that’s that shit that I would do in real life

Failing classes but I’m feelin' alright

Yeah that’s that shit that never made me feel like

Midnight but I’m feelin' alright

Yeah I’m waking up

Lookin at my body needa shape it up

Buy a gram of weed that I could smoke so imma break it up

Roll it light it smoke it but I never inhale

Find solutions to my problems but I’ll never prevail

When you’re fighting for a race it just feels kinda like a goose chase

Always falling down someone’s gotta tie my shoelace

Got some cookies target bound the cashiers for a rude face

I like to listen to my music when it got a smooth bass

I don’t even wanna pass a class

All I ever learned at school was puff puff pass

Yeah I know that I’m an asshole I’m way too rough

Yeah I’m laying down my cards so you better call my bluff

And to tell the truth I wanna be the talk of the house

Get some Netflix on my tv or watch porn and get aroused

Have my dick inside her mouth and when I cum I’m way too loud

I would fuck her in a crowd and I won’t let her make a sound

That is if I ever leave which I won’t to be honest

And I gotta do my laundry told my momma I’ll be on it

If you see me doing work then you better be astonished

Slack on every single lyric I can barely make a sonnet

All these songs were half assed

More than backpack rap

I could grab that ass

And still have last laugh

And if I don’t do shit

I’ll still have that cash

When I free load off my brothas

What the madman have

I’m incomplete

I’m jerkin' off in the street

I can’t even see why you’re talking to me

I’m repetitive

I told you I won’t do it again

But I still got you choking with my hands on top of yo head

I’m lazy

But I still get a little contemplate-y

I admit I say offensive shit but that’s the shit that made me

But I don’t give a fuck tho

I’ll still hit the blunt hoe

You probably just fucked yoself if pain is in ya butthole

Yeah that’s that shit that I would do in real life

Failing classes but I’m feelin' alright

Yeah that’s that shit that never made me feel like

Midnight but I’m feelin' alright

So it’s elementary the way I write these writtens

About a couple thousand people that be fuckin' with my vision

Help me with decisions what to leave in my descriptions

Sykodelic on the beat but I ain’t fuckin' with prescriptions

Now there are times where I would try to do my best

Senior year finals half-assing all my tests

Hanging with my friends they always see me as depressed

But I’m chillin' making music for a livin' pon' request

But I confess things do get trippy when surviving like me

And you’re poor enough to think you need to find the right weed

Verses on the right tempo beat on the right speed

Buying all the things that I would never really need

But you can see that I’m persistent insisting initial fiction

Conflicted on whether or not to get this whole album finished

But I got a vision of the future maybe so

But I’m new to what is old in shitty or new condition

I’m on a mission to find the people that relate

Not give a fuck about my problems nor give a fuck about hate

At the same damn time caring more than what they asking for

And when I’m always so upset look at you like what you happy for

Understandable if you don’t see me better than them

Cuz I wasn’t ready to even be so competitive then

I’m sorry if I’m being repetitive tho

And these vocals that you’ll hearing I’m never editin' them cuz

I’m incomplete

I’m jerkin' off in the street

I can’t even see why you’re talking to me

I’m repetitive

I told you I won’t do it again

But I still got you choking with my hands on top of yo head

I’m lazy

But I still get a little contemplate-y

I admit I say offensive shit but that’s the shit that made me

But I don’t give a fuck tho

I’ll still hit the blunt hoe

You probably just fucked yoself if pain is in ya butthole

I’m ideal

I won’t tell you how to feel

Ain’t optimistic or pessimistic I’d tell you what’s real

I’m relatable

I know you feel the empathy just leaking out

Understood my life before but I know that I can feel it now

I’m livin'

But the shit I’ll do I’ll never be forgiven

Disregarding other women in all hopes that you could listen

In the end you never notice me

Desperate for you hopelessly

Thinking bout what we could be I ain’t just talkin socially

What I’m tryna do

Is find some closure to

Just find a way just find the time

That what we really thinks divine

This light you shine

Athough it feels so right

You’re so hard to find

It keeps me confined

To blue from gray

The skies will change

I always prayed

The darkness fades

Daniel: oh my god, your cat put on weight

Skyler: yeah, totally, shes pretty cute still, I mean I could use her as my

pillow

Daniel: Haha, nice save there… um did you give her any water yet?

Skyler: Yeah they got some earlier

Daniel: Oh okay thats good… so ummm

Simultaneously:(D) Hows your day been

(S)Whats up?

Daniel: Oh, sorry

Skyler: Oh haha um you can go first

Daniel Oh ha um. okay… well this is gonna be very hard to say…