RGPolska Tłumaczenia - Yelawolf - Till It's Gone (Polish Translation) lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm not the table you can come and lay your cup down on now I'm not the shoulder for a bag, don't wanna carry your heavy load I'm not the road that you take when you're lookin for a short cut, uh I ain't the steppin' stone, to be steppin' on, I ain't nobodys crutch I ain't the money man, with your money man, you ain't lookin' at me I'm not the cheap one, lookin' at me son, you ain't lookin' at free I ain't the dish rag, to come clean up, all the sh** that ya dish out Ain't got no check for em, if you checkin' in Mothaf**a check this out [Chorus] Ain't much I can do but I do what I can But I'm not a fool there's no need to pretend Just because you got yourself in some sh** It doesn't mean I have to come deal with it You handle your own when you become a man And become a man when you handle your own Ain't much I can do but I do what I can But what can I do if I do till its gone Oh, Oh Till it's gone Oh, Oh Till it's gone Oh, Oh Till it's gone Oh, But what can I do if I do till its gone [Verse 2] I'm not the trash can, not the last man at the finish line now I'm not the new kid, on the block That you can just follow and push around I'm not the f**in' needle in the haystack, that you finally found This ain't no free rent, come and pitch a tent, you ain't tying me down I'm not a bus ride, you can hop inside, and just roll away clean Not the wheel on the wagon you wanna break Because I hold up the weight for the team I'm not the gold watch, and the new truck That your scheming to check out Unless your looking to check out (pow pow pow) What a mess now (c'mon) [Chorus] [Verse 3] I jump to the sky for my people I walk through the fire, I give love when it's equal Don't tell me not to complain about my money and fame When you come around and telling me I changed Damn right I f**ing changed When this f**in' change hit my pocket Hit the bucket, it was a rocket all a sudden I went from shoppin' without nuthin' To goin' shoppin' for my cousins Now that the cops know that I'm buzzin' They wanna drop me in the oven Pull me over just to say "I'm a fan" Hip-hop, gotta love it, f** it [Chorus]