Текст песни I'm Gone (Quest MCODY) с переводом

I just feel like I could have everything, money and the power

Michael Meyers flow you know for killing all you cowards

Say that I’m a dog from the pussy I’ve devoured

But some say I’m too stern I don’t care just call me Howard

I don’t give a damn about her, sip my clam chowder

Thought that we connected? better fix your damn router

If she got a problem, I’ll let her come to solve it

I told her I’m a plumber, she came running like a faucet

All you rappers so clothes, coming out the closet

Play me like a star, until I’m shooting like a comet

You niggas full of shit, go get a colonic

What I say is real talk, you niggas ebonics

I did a movie, I ain’t got to play a damn role

Been on MTV and I ain’t ever made a band though

You know what? I’m lying, I made a couple bands

And a bunch of fucking fans, you too dumb to understand

Bitch, I’m gone

Yeah, I’m gone

Yeah I’m gone

Yeah I’m

Yeah I’m gone

Fuck your explanations, kill no hesitation

Stick this ball point in your windpipe, and call it penetration

It’s hot in Hell’s Kitchen, so say hello to Satan

I know I was invited, just tell him I can’t make it

I don’t know what niggas talking, I meet you niggas yapping

Re-troll every action, you niggas closed caption

I’m the man up in the D, that’s your girl? that’s my freak

You didn’t know? Finders keeps. I been fucking that ho for weeks

You’re too weak, fourteen days, you Kid n Play, oh la eh eh

I’ll be overrated, just make sure I’m overpaid

Overlayed and overbooked, tip top ain’t nobody over me

You niggas ain’t pussies? Well you’re somewhere near the ovary

Ain’t nobody cold as me, dope as this, smart as I

Take a look into my eyes, do you feel like Martin McFly?

Great Scott! You looking in the future, bitch

I’m a sea monster, you’re a tuna fish

I’m gone

Yeah, I’m gone

Yeah I’m gone

Yeah I’m

Yeah I’m gone

Q-U-E-S-T-I, giant word to Eli

Black V-neck and Levi’s, don’t take much to be fly

Like that swisher I just split her, my elixir vodka straight up

Baby you ain’t got to save up, I’ll get you out that 'A' cup

Act like you just blocked a layup, and put them on that glass

I ain’t pinning tails on donkeys, but I’ll put it on that ass

Yeah, uh, they yelling «Cody, you a fool.»

My flow’s so retarded I might fuck around and drool

I’m from the dirty glove, fuck you thought?

This the murder mitten, get your body caught

I’ll get to that money when I wake up in no makeup

Go have your birthday party on a plane and get your cake up

Nah they don’t understand it, Cody flows so random

Moscato sipping rappers whining throwing tantrums

I get at them believe, man, come under my wingspan

These niggas talking shit, I get at 'em like Eve’s man

I’m gone

Yeah, I’m gone

Yeah I’m gone

Yeah I’m

Yeah I’m gone