Текст песни: Soapbox + перевод

Yeah

I’m 23, but I still bring 'em to you

I flipped the sample out the drums then I give 'em the truth

The same me, motherfucker -- don’t you get it confused

The last album raised the bar, but this gon' tear off the roof

Read all about it, get your fix in, I’m independent

Ain’t got a deal, but I can tell you what the deal is

These labels try to make us millionaires

But they ain’t feel us if the glass is half empty

I’m coming back to fill it, yeah

You got me in my feelings and I’m putting in time

And I been a bunch of places and I’m still 'bout mine

I could go and write an album 'bout a topic

Go and drop it

And I guarantee that half of these people still have a one track mind

Don’t waste my time

You know I just adjust like that

Don’t know why they so impressed with all that fuck-boy rap

Don’t know why they so impressed with all that frat-boy rap

No pun intended, but your album sounds rushed like that

Man, we’re just ordinary people, yeah

The last album was a story -- this the sequel

I’m in a room full of people that I love

And I ain’t fucking stopping 'til all of us are equal

Everybody on the right side hit that sway

Everybody on the left do the same old thing

Talk is cheap, but, just know, my time sure ain’t

I hope the blind man dance and the deaf one sing

I hope the world keeps spinning

And my friends keep winning

And my parents keep living

And the bad stop sinning

Lil' Wayne keeps spitting, and, when push comes to shove:

Would you turn your shoulder, or would you learn to love?

And, if I only had sixteen bars:

Number one is for my family

Second for my sister

And the third for my granny

Four for my cousins, went

Five for my brothers, and

Six, seven, eight is dedicated to my mother, yeah

Nine’s for my Dad -- he’s always got my back

I mean, every single show and tour -- he booked all that

Number ten’s for the labels that skipped it until they heard this

We ain’t forget you meeting, we skipped it on fucking purpose, dog (ooo)

The next one’s for my girl tho

That’s why I changed up my tempo

And number twelve would be a laugh and I’d just end it at that

Load the drums in, and bring it right back, yeah

The last four are for the truth, but it don’t sell enough records

So I would try to keep it catchy and disguise that I’m clever

But you won’t hear it at a party or the radio ever

They wanna listen to something that don’t require no effort

And I done ran outta room, so I talk on the end

But all they want’s the hook, so I make it real quick

If the world started burning, would we put it out together?

Or would we still fight with one another?

Everybody on the right side hit that sway

Everybody on the left do the same old thing

Talk is cheap, but, just know, my time sure ain’t

I hope the blind man dance and the deaf one sing

I hope the world keeps spinning

And my friends keep winning

And my parents keep living

And the bad stop sinning

Lil' Wayne keeps spitting, and, when push comes to shove:

Would you turn your shoulder, or would you learn to love?

Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier

Ooo, child, things’ll get brighter

Someday, we’ll put it together and get it all done

Someday, when your head is much lighter (Ooo)

Someday, we’ll walk in the rays of the beautiful sun

Someday, when the world is much brighter

Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier

Ooo, child, things’ll get brighter

Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier

Ooo, child, things’ll get brighter

Yeah, this ain’t a rant -- I’m just passionate

The God that I believe in don’t make accidents

So God, while you watch my latest verse

I know I never go to church

But I just pray this ain’t the year I have to lay in a hearse

It’s July thirty-first of two-thousand-seventeen

I’m in a studio in Indi wearing Nike’s and some jeans

And I’m broke than a bitch, drive a old Mazda 6

But it’s better than a coupe 'cause I can fit all my friends

Joey made it out the pen, but I was working on this

By the time I got it finished, he went right back in

Let him down as a friend, didn’t get the help that he needs

And the system failed him when they sent him back for some weed

Man, it’s July thirty-first and Donald Trump is on the news

He fired his Chief of Staff and we’re all hella confused

And look, I ain’t the type to really rap about no politics, but how the fuck is

Donald Trump our president?

I digress

Yeah, and there’s a lot of social unrest

Remember that a conversation’s progress

So talk to your neighbor, talk to a stranger

Love a little harder, do someone a favor

I know that I ain’t perfect

I know I make mistakes

I know that you ain’t perfect

'Cause we one in the same

I know you feel sad

And I know you feel alone

Because everybody does

Don’t be scared to use the phone, yeah

Man, it’s July thirty-first and I’m sweating in the booth

And there’s people in the industry that want me to lose

But they a little too late, only love me to hate

I done found my way, so can’t nobody get in my way

Yes, it’s July thirty-first and I’m 'bout to wrap this song up -- it’s a pretty

long one, yeah

Heh, I’m sorry I had to detox

So, pardon me while I step off of my soapbox

But, to the listener, this one’s for you

If we ain’t never met: nice to meet you, I’m Q

All my friends call me «Mitch», and you should, too

I make music for a living

I’m no different than you

But what I really wanna say

No matter where you stay

No matter what you do or no matter what you’re paid

No matter who you love and no matter who you hate, yeah

I just hope you live your best life

Yeah

I hope you live your best life

If the world started burning, would we put it out together?

Or will we still fight with one another?