Origineel
[Verse]
Think about kids, think about bills
Think about how to maintain these mills
Think about youth on drugs and pills
Tryna remember just how that shit feel
Broker than hell and tryna get a deal
But now that I made it, it don't feel real
Like it's gon' fall away, and I'ma wake up homeless in the Holloway
Growing up never ever had a holiday, now I'm like Halliday
From Ready Player One son
How I used to think about it, how you used to think son
Think about hoes, think about clothes
Wishin' I had like six zero's
Hit up the club through Bentley doors
Dollar, dollar bills and bank loans
Wanna' be loved, just wanna' be celebrated
If I elevated they would never hate it, I'm a renegade it
Say they love me, say they want me
Say they bump me in they whip
I'ma go platinum from rapping
You hear me, I'm snapping and killin' this shit
Murder em' all on some villainous shit
Murder em' all on some villainous shit
Like, like, like
[Hook: John Lindahl & Logic]
What you doing, what you thinking, what's been on yo mind?
Are you grinding, are you rhyming?
Spending all your time
In the studio they don't know what you feelin' inside
Gotta' get it all of your chest
What you doing, what you thinking, what's been on yo mind?
Are you grinding, are you rhyming?
Vertaling
[Verse]
Denk aan kinderen, denk aan rekeningen
Denk aan hoe deze molens te onderhouden
Denk aan de jeugd aan drugs en pillen
Tryna remember just how that shit feel
Broker dan de hel en proberen een deal te krijgen
Maar nu dat ik het gemaakt heb, voelt het niet echt
Alsof het weg zal vallen, en ik dakloos wakker zal worden in de Holloway
Toen ik opgroeide had ik nooit vakantie, nu ben ik net als Halliday
From Ready Player One son
Hoe ik er vroeger over dacht, hoe jij er vroeger over dacht, zoon.
Denk aan hoeren, denk aan kleren.
Wishin' I had like six zero's
Hit up the club through Bentley doors
Dollar, dollar biljetten en bank leningen
Wanna' be loved, just wanna' be celebrated
If I elevated they would never hate it, I'm a renegade it
Say they love me, say they want me
Say they bump me in they whip
I'ma go platinum from rapping
Je hoort me, ik ben snapping en killin 'deze shit
Murder em' all on some villainous shit
Murder em' all on some villainous shit
Zoals, zoals, zoals
[Hook: John Lindahl & Logic]
Wat doe je, wat denk je, waar denk je aan?
Ben je aan het slijpen, ben je aan het rijmen?
Spending all your time
In de studio weten ze niet wat je van binnen voelt
Gotta' get it all of your chest
What you doing, what you thinking, what's been on yo mind?
Ben je aan het mixen, ben je aan het rijmen?