Текст песни I'm Not Here, and I'm Not All There (Clean) (Daymeus) с переводом

Where is he?

What is this?

What are you doing?

What is he doing?

What’s going on?

Where are you?

Daymeus?

Where did he go?

Damius… where are you?

Months I been seated here waitin'

All for a letter or text

I gave you the paper to exit this city

But lately I’m wonderin', like, «was I ready to let go?»

You’re all alone, such unfamiliar air and it’s nightmarish

Though you’ll never admit it, the pain is acidic and it wears away

Thoughts here I won’t ever say

Like, you don’t got time? The fuck got you floatin'?

Clearly not care for your bros well-being

He’s—years old now and—really?

You don’t even know his age?

I dance around the answers to the question «why»

Cause you don’t give a fuck?

Or maybe you ain’t doin' well, holdin' it in

Maybe it’s pride, you cuttin' blinds, knowin' I’d find out

My little boy, he stubborn inside

Passed down from your father and mine

It’s time you let it out, Dami

Can you blame me? Is it a lot to ask? Shit

Between fuckin' them whores and Netflix

But I don’t wanna pry, I see now

I’m a bother, if it helps you sleep sound tell yourself this is enough

It’s clear you’re lookin' for you

I’m just sayin', I’m still here

First off, I’m not burnt you been givin'

Like 5% in effort to connect

I send texts, cards

But since we in separate yards you can’t send support in form of words

Busy? Nah, your pretense is dirt

Like us sayin' we not hurt, but ma’s hurt

And dad, he could’ve fuckin' died

And I tell you and you get pissed at me for tellin' you

Before I know exactly what the fuck’s wrong

I was terrified, it seemed right, you deserved to know

Sorry that I needed my bro’s support

So quick to forget your Coolsville like you’re

Too cool there, in your musical lair

It bites you feel alone cause I been here

Dami, you gotta figure this out, what do you want?

You say you’re passion is writing, yet you’re not

You ain’t been to school and damn, the sand thinnin'

Is it rap you wantin'?

Cause they’re opaque, your glasses

And half full, ya glass is, you’re passive

So I gotta ask, do you really want this?

You’re tellin' everybody it’s a hobby but yet

You neglectin' fam, friends, avoiding a social life

Relationships, and chances they can’t be mended

And all for this?

I ain’t sayin it’s the wrong move

But you better choose soon

Before you’ve lost too much to go back

I know you wanna see how this ends

I ain’t mad, you’re my son and I love you

Even when I ain’t there

And if you need help, you know I’m here

I’ve lost my way, lost myself

And if they come, tell 'em I’m in this hell

Break me please, I’m unwell

This is a cry for

Oh my god, I’m just so fuckin' touched

Over 2 years passed, yo ass still on us?

I got a new you, better

Who knows just what the fuck he wants

He’s head of a restaurant, watchu got?

Obvi a lot of fuckin' time

To get yourself twisted and tangled

Around that web you angled in your favor

Okay, the song was lame, hon

Let it go, you bitter dick

I won’t lie, you find your way into my mind sometimes

But only sometimes and by the sec I realize it’s you

I usually find somethin' to better engage my thoughts

Hey, you forget you’re the one who cut it off?

I changed or some bull, now I’m a slut?

How original, I’m so sad I got dumped by this brilliant rapper

Who attacks in the most un-cliche

Wanna-replay way, keepsake

Whatever you need to keep sane

Keep mocking me, babe, I’m not there

Yo, have you heard about Damius

Now he’s a rapper (he's rapping?)

He thinks that he’s gonna be famous

It’s fuckin' hilarious, sustaining a sound that people love

And stayin' around through the changes, I don’t judge (nah)

But I think I’d remember somebody with that much potential

Essential to rap is producing and oh

Did I mention? He does that too (wow)

Big fuckin' news

I used to rap and my brother he used to produce

It’s fucking common, no Common, no Lamar

It’s comedy fated to lose (true)

This dude is wasting his youth

Yeah, I heard from a friend that he moved to LA

To be a writer for movies

Indecisive, I’m sure it’ll show in his music

He probably just ain’t all there

Listen

I never been this far from home

I never felt so damn alone

I never saw light, bleedin' and feedin' my—no, no, no

Fuck the excuses there is none

I’m exhausted, I’m thoroughly forging a memoir

To me and to all of who’s listening

I apologize mom, may, dad and to anyone else I neglected

I’m sorry, its just…

There are things that I needed to say

Problems I had in my brain but in efforts I’ve made to express 'em

I created more pain, all of this shit was in vain

I feel like cuttin' a vein, wit no cauterizing, down the river

I may have been bitter but babe

You ain’t infectin' my days

Truthfully, I did dwell on it often

But put to rest is that restless mistake

So don’t get confused, I wrote k for me

Not for you, k? Miss Take

Let’s compare where we’re both at in 10 years

I’ll savor the tears, so flavorful

My hate filled behind bars, a table-full

Our fate paved to way to this heinous place cause that pain it pull

So I paint with dull nouns, I’m prayin' they pleasure

Illogical? Yes, I do feel under pressure

But to anyone else thinkin' my talent-less tales

Are elaborate lies over-hyping my life

Wantin' to see if I’m real

Come find out, I’m right here

I’ve lost my way, lost myself

If they come, tell 'em I’m in this hell

Break me please, I’m unwell

This is a cry… (help)