Текст песни Nightmare (Tyler, The Creator) с переводом

So, you tell me that everything just isn’t going well

Well, first off…

My only problem is death

Fuck heaven, I ain’t showing no religion respect

Brain damage, therapy’s the only thing I regret

Talking to me is like a fucking body missing a neck

But, I’m surprised I ain’t pop off my top off

Life is a bitch and my cock’s soft, the Glock’s cocked

My hands tremble, my finger slipped, the wall’s red

Her life is fucked, she’s sad now, her son is dead

I told her I’m her worst nightmare

This is hell, you don’t ever gotta fight fair

My spirit floats around in the night air

Or in your day dreams, that’s how death seems

I told her I’m her worst nightmare

This is hell, you don’t ever gotta fight fair

My spirit floats around in the night air

Or in your daydreams, that’s how death seems

When I was younger, I would smile a lot

I’m getting older, getting bolder, but a wiser top

Now I’m drunk driving, lap’s full of Budweiser tops

Life is a movie and you’re just a prop

They begged me to stop, but I listen like deaf drums

Love? I don’t get none, that’s why I’m so hostile to the kids that get some

My father called me to tell me he loved me—

I’d have a better chance of getting Taylor Swift to fuck me

Annoying and I’m ugly, most niggas wanna punch me

I’m surprised the fucking doctor even touched me

Feel like Humpty, you hoping that I’ll fall? Fuck y’all

I’m Ace, I’m parentless, odd, kinda arrogant

Ignorant as fuck, offend people for the hell of it

Because I am the devil, fucker, get on my level

Doughnuts and keys and kick-flips, Supremes and markers

My life is Ms. Mon-unique Parker, but a little darker

I’ll see you in a couple, OF

I told her I’m her worst nightmare

This is hell, you don’t ever gotta fight fair

My spirit floats around in the night air

Or in your day dreams, that’s how death seems

I told her I’m her worst nightmare

This is hell, you don’t ever gotta fight fair

My spirit floats around in the night air

Or in your daydreams, that’s how death seems

Tyler, here’s some water, man. You seem a little tense. How’s Thebe?

All because a nigga just don’t give a fuck

Parents wanna blame me all because their kid is fucking up

But fuck that, you’re a shitty parent, face it, suck it up

That’s what you should’ve did before that nigga bust, huh

Feel like I missed my little brother growing up

Feel like my little brother missed his brother growing up

But this is Golf Wang, like he missed his family growing up

I got a little taller since the last time you seen me, bruh

Now I’m emo, so fuck it, I’m pouring up

But I never had a drink— (Sydney, Tyler’s throwing up!)

My nigga Jasper said if I drink and get drunk enough

I won’t feel the feelings I be feeling when I’m sobered up

But that’s a fucking lie, why would he say that? I’m

As emotionally straight as Travis when he--(Tyler, calm down)

Don’t look at me, I’m 6'5″, about to fucking cry

About another guy, but this is Golf Wang, do or die

I finally had a family

Domo’s in another state, and where the fuck is Riley?

Now you niggas wanna be nice because the labels wanna sign me

But before the co-signing and you fuckers couldn’t find me?

Fuck that! I hope you die in a fiery death

One ear I got kids screaming, «O.F. is the best»

The other ear I got Tron Cat, asking where the bullets and the bombs at

So I can kill these levels of stress, shit

They say that I’m shock value

How about you hop off cock and turn volume down?

I haven’t got around to telling my mom shit (why?)

Cause I don’t know how to…(whoa)

All I want is her support, but no, it’s the fights at home

When mommy cusses out cousin, some knifes get shown

Now she’s really fuckin' pissed, so the knives get thrown

And hit her in her fucking neck, now her throat’s all gone

Looking like a fucking monster from the Twilight Zone

Then they wonder why I stay at Travis' pad with a backpack

For the whole week, full of plastic-wrapped black tees

And deodorant like his house is my home

I could live with the same hat

And the same flat-screen TV watching Flapjack

And the same bacon and waffles on a nice Saturday

Where I skate with the same fucking friends that

Didn’t give a fuck about fame or a name, oh

«Message from The GZA, oh, another one from Plain Pat»

Email full of emails, I never write back

Ain’t kill myself yet, and I already want my life back

I told her I’m her worst nightmare

This is hell, you don’t ever gotta fight fair

My spirit floats around in the night air

Or in your day dreams, that’s how death seems

One shot, two shots, one gun, two cops

I’m going in flu shots, couldn’t kill me with two top rockers

You’re on the side of faggots and cock blockers

I’m on the side of bad-ass kids and the top notches

I’m Barney, dinosaur Harley of a human

Cause I’m shrooming with the bangers and the carneys

You niggas can’t harm me cause y’all know that

We at the fuckin' Dirty like it’s laundry (Tyler, calm down)

Nigga, get off me

(Calm down, man)

Fuck off me man, fuck (what's gotten into you?)

I don’t know, it’s like I’m a different person at times

Sometimes I’m fucking mad, sometimes I’m not (yeah, you…)

It’s like I got a fucking voice in my head

Telling me to do all this fucked up shit, man (yeah, what’s this?)

I don’t fucking know, man (what's this person named then, Tyler, huh?)

He tells me to do this shit, that I don’t wanna fucking do (what's his name?)

Tron Cat