Перевод песни Tinchy Stryder – I'm Landing

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Yo, you gotta feel this
Yeah, you gotta feel this
Hey yo, it’s that mad, lifestyle’s emotional, it’s that sad
I missed my mum’s birthday, had a show, that bad
Ups and downs, mishaps, problems mount, that large
Street clowns and hood rats are speaking out, they’re that loud
I’m focused, music, in and out I’m breathing it
Close ones, they miss me, they’re really not feeling it
I ain’t seen my girl for days, ain’t seen my bed for days
Something keeps me going, I’m enjoying every bit of it
Every little bit of it, you gotta feel this
Wiley said, «Tinch, you gotta kill this»
And that was '03, and now I’ve got this
Straight up original, I ain’t dealing with no remix
Had it all planned out and the man dem was a part of it
Music game’s fucked up, it’s nuttin' like we thought of it
Messed up, it’s all a bit mad, I’m trying to work with it
Let me do the hard part, then we’ll all have some fun with it
Here I come, I’m landing, I’m landing
But there’s no one around me where I’m standing
I’m nearly there, I’m counting, counting
Step by step, we climb mountains
Yeah, and they’re telling me I’m better off, telling me I’m doing well
Look into their eyes and I clearly see I’ve pissed them off (snakes)
Talk about me so hard like «have you seen Stryder’s new car?
No keys, pushes one button then he’s off start»
Off guard, not me I’ll be walking on the moon tonight
Not scarred but who’s to know how deep I really bleed inside?
Yeah, but I’m a Virgo, not a Gemini
I can see the future and I’m done with these silly guys
No time for many games, lava mouth, spitting flames
Now things have fully changed, I’m trying to get the plaques in frames (yeah)
But they won’t let me do my thing
Stop trying to block up my road up, I can switch my lanes
In my face they’re smiling up, behind my back they’re lining up
The day I dig myself a hole, push me down deep enough
My head’s telling me mad things like «pick it up, let it off»
I go with my heart and my bag’s packed, I’m jetting off
So I ask, why? …why?
I ain’t getting no answers
Again I ask, why?
Still ain’t getting the answer
I’m taking my chances
Here I come, I’m landing, I’m landing