Текст песни: 5 Days + перевод

They say at night that’s when things come alive

And when things come alive

I was high for like 3 days, came down for 2

5 day’s wasted, wasted

I was high for like 3 days, came down for 2

5 day’s wasted trying to escape from you

I’m having a hard time balancing this music shit

Constantly on tour still going to school and shit

Get my degree, the fuck I’m going to do with it

Get a real job, I feel like a lunatic

I’m starting to get a buzz, shawty I ain’t new to this

Assuming if I walked away now man I would ruin it

Hard to say sober, I’m always in the room with it

All these different drugs and then everybody’s doing it

Okay fuck it, chop a line i guess it now i’m cool with it

Bitches getting higher then the moon and shit, lune eclipse

Start to see some stars, Zanny bars that got me loosing it

And everybody out here getting hammered man, that’s too legit

Too legit, cool as shit

All this drug talk that’s the language that I’m fluent in

All this fluid got me zooming like I flew on in

Feeling like i’m dying while i write my own eulogy

Constantly surrounded by these dealers and fiends

Who disguised as rich guys rocking dockers with a crease

If you look in they Mercedes they got 80 OC’s

That’s 80 mg’s, so that’s 80 bucks each

A dollar a milligram, you think that’s a reach?

But it’s supply and demand, you fighting a disease cause

You’ll pay anything to stop from all the scratching

All the shaking, all sweating, before you know shit you an addict

Reporting to you live

I’m from the city where the drugs are so potent it’s just more then getting high

I mean, not the first but maybe the second time

It’s like either going to be hooked for life, or you gonna die

Talk about the past makes it easier to laugh

It’s easier to judge you don’t even know the half

You don’t even know the feeling depleting your whole stash

Walk a mile in my shoes stop you dead in your tracks

My addictive personality, it laughed at free will

I never stood a chance, all the E pills

All the weed, all syrup that’s on refill

Girls in the stalls sniffing blow off of keys still

Coming down, my high it needs to re-build

Hearts racing, I’m telling it to be still

While my body is yelling 'just like please chill'

Painkillers took, no pain got killed

So no wonder i ain’t been to bed sober in like 10 years

Every single night I’m watching dreams turn to nightmares

I’m seeing ghosts, friends who overdosed

And a couple even killed themselves are hanging from a rope

And some who disappeared, that probably hurts most

It’s been like 2 years, since me and Kahle spoke

But he don’t see my pain, guess he don’t feel the same

He took 20 years of friendship and threw it down the drain (fuck him)

So much for being brothers

So much for spending every holiday up at my house up with my father and mother

Shit I considered you family and that’s rare don’t even bother

Ain’t no coming back from that because I can’t do shit for ya

This whole industry turned they back on me

Middle finger to your label and your faculty

Oh ya you listen to these rappers, actually

Well go and tell them all to back it up cause you don’t want this rap beef

Just when you thought that i had enough

I’m back on deck like batters up

Me and my team we mad as fuck

Couple things ain’t adding up

Like who the fuck are these new dudes?

And God dammit they rapping sucks

Listen to they tracks, I just wish they dad wrapped it up

Now we stuck

The publics so subjected to these fake ass emcees can’t even form a sentence

This ain’t happen over night, blood, sweat and tears

Money can’t buy skills, ask Rich Hil

Constantly aware, constantly compared

To these rappers who ain’t shit, constipated all year

But they ain’t in my vicinity

Fraction of my talent, they ain’t even a tenth of me

I’m killing every beat sent to me

Meanwhile they kissing on my ass, Human Centipede

I don’t need a yes man, I had friends

But when shit hit the fan they found exit plans

So i’m like fuck it life alters

Out here by myself, I’m a lone survivor like Mark Wahlberg

You gonna need Mossberg to try to halt this monster

I ain’t gone stop till i’m on everybody’s poster

All up on your girls wall, all up on her shoulders

You just gone be picking up my scraps like a vulture

And i don’t fuck with any new emcees

Unless you, Sugar Tongue, Marc Goone or G Eaze

The rest don’t even box me in can’t even hold a candle

I don’t see them like they wearing fucking camo

Like I’m Rambo when he ran out of ammo

I’m just a rabid animal in the corner I’m off the handle

Now if you don’t like the show you can change the fucking channel

While this handle of Jack Daniels the reason you get handled

It’s misleading, you think i’m going to be leaving

But me and this beat beefing, i beat it for no reason

Grab the fucking kick drum, beat it till it’s bleeding

High jack, the hi hat, silence all the screaming

Sort of Silence of the Lambs, mixed with Son of Sam

And we mixed up with some misfits, we bringing all this mischief

I was bumping Dip Set, you were bumping dip shits

You listen to rappers who be rapping on some bitch shit

Nothing authentic about you

I’ma start naming names come Round 2