Текст песни Right For Me (Eminem) с переводом

I feel phenomenal as usual

Pharmaceuticals, glue stick to crucify me at Bonnaroo

But I don’t know if I’m in Tennessee, Chicago, or Houston

In the corner trying to seek solitude

Shallow but such a hollow dude

I won’t even swallow solid food

Alcoholic too, plus I’m on lean like the Tower of Pisa

Top it off I’m on mushrooms so fuck all of you

Roses to violet mollies are blue

Lost in a ball of confusion

Its all an illusion

It’s probably the shrooms I’m on

Cause I think I started hallucinating

Cause I just thought I just heard Jay Electronica and Odd Future’s new shit

And all I can do is follow the music

And end up with Paula Abdul at Lollapalooza

Fillin' water balloons with nail polish remover

Just a problem in wallowing fumes

I feel uptight I gotta get looser

After I finish polishing off this bottle of booze I got a solution

Concentrated like orange juice so I’m not as diluted

Cause all this delusion got me seein' shit

Excusez-moi but that coochie that passed

You see her ass? Wouldn’t make her my main squeeze

But juicier ass, it belongs in a juicer

It’s mouth waterin' too so I walked up to it like I’m Marshall

Wanna try to meet my standards? I’ll Introduce ya

Oh I’m a misogynist too but I’m not a masseuse

But my attitude is rubbin' off on the youth

A chronic abuser, not only user of marijuana

I mean verbal assault that I use to smoke all of you losers

Got a bazooka, a shotgun, a ruger, a Glock, and a nuke

And a Rottweiler too, I’m not in the mood so

When I say I’m bringing the TEC out

I’m not coming to repair your fuckin' electronic computers

God, I’m gonna puke

I’m so gone off the hookah

I think I swallowed a loofah

I’m tore up, demolished, a fuckin' stone like Oliver

Like I looked Medusa in the eyeball to seduce her

The thoughts I produce are loony tunes

The box of usable latex gloves and the socks and the shoes

To replace next up Veronica’s boobs

And a paychecks that were stuffed in a glove box

In a blue Honda with used condoms were clues

The girl was just not the one suitable for him

Right For Me will change me rearrange my head to be

Just right for you and me don’t laugh, please listen

Don’t laugh, please listen

Thought I could endure the pressure

Collapse and crumble perhaps

Relapsing under that

Well that’s a bunch of crap

In the clutch, I’m the Captain Crunch of rap

And I’m sick of acting humble thats enough of that

Fuck that shit, cut the sack

Like its a natural reaction

That’s why I’m actually trapped in this shoving match

Cause push keeps coming to that

I can keep getting my ass kicked, keep it coming back

Like a sarcastic crumpled sack of shit so mad

Disgruntled had some struggles yeah

But that passionate hunger’s back

The fantastic juggling act

And the way I flip my tongue on the track

It’s like verbal acrobatics

But in fact

Last time I tried to pull off a dramatic stunt as drastic

I fuckin' crashed my hovercraft

After I strapped the duffel bag to my back

And stuck the massive punchin' bag in it

An elastic bungee strap, proper plaster, a thumb tack

And a piece of plastic bubble wrap

Went spastic and fuckin' snapped

Jumped and splashed in a puddle of battery acid

Stumbled back, recovered, back flipped

And landed on a gymnastic tumble mat

And for my last trick, lunge on back lash

On a NASA shuttle flap, fuckin' snapped the rudder in half

Chuckled and laughed, buttaled my last rebuttal

And just asked him to come crash

And I go grab my go-go-gadget inflatable gigantic humongous mattress

And ceramic construction hat

Rubbed my magic mushroom tat

Fell off then splat, get up from that

Face taped to a waste paper basket

Throw up then gas, lungs collapse

And that’s more likely than finding someone that’s

Couple of shots of Jäger

Public intoxication, dis-fuckin'-combobulation

Flooded with thoughts of anger

While I was away I know probably some of you got to thinkin'

«You're top ten ain’t cha?"stop cause you fuckers are talkin' crazy

And stop interrupting you’re not even up in the conversation

Whether you’re punchin' a clock or famous

Underground, pop, or nameless, whatever your job is

I came to fuck with your occupation

You’re thinkin' just cause you came in with scrubs

And you brought the scalpel and sponge

The oxygen tank and the suction and shot the brain surgeon

Stuck in the operating room

Once you done, swapped your name with him

Smuggled in Ronald Reagan

If you duck him up Donald Fagen

While juggling waffles baking

Fuckin' McDonalds egg and cheese sausage bagel finagle

They flung it across the table

Then bump it and knock it shake it

Jumped and got in the way then disrupted my concentration

I said fuck it and lost my patience

Since they all woke up from sedation

Ain’t none of you Doctor Dre

So then what does it got you thinkin'

That you can fuck with this operation

Aftermath, still running hip-hop amazing

I’m still pluggin' along

No need for an assumption

Here’s confirmation

I’m up for the long duration

I’m just looking for something to walk away with

Some pocket change and a little integrity

Though I’ll probably be jumpin' across the stage

Till I’m fuckin' Madonna’s age and

Stuck in an awkward place in my life

But I shit you not like I’m fucked up with constipation

That day will come before I stumble upon some ladies