Cook Thugless - Cupcakes [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1] APSTRAKT

I woke up this morning walking underwater
The pressure went up but my eardrums blew (Aaagh!)
Thump and pop and they throb
I sleep with the fish 'cuz I fuck with the mob
I ask myself "what?", all I get is a how
They talk about future, I live in the now
Like Benjamin Button reverse upside down
I don't wear no makeup still look like a clown
Now that's what I call music! Growing up all I had was a stick
I still built myself an empire- look, the city's on fire
Malco that was me, now it's just a big party
That's the dream, you fiend. So try not to hate me
I just dropped the seed enjoy Rose Mary's baby

[Hook: APSTRAKT & Jack Blerry)

This is the story, the two men, the glory
The ghosts who were not really there
Better hide 'cuz we ride with a sack full of pride
Silhouettes walking straight through thin air
Run a bee anarchy, shoot the three killing spree
Steal some rum 'cuz I don't really care
Mix it up, fornicate, break the rules, snort the yay
Because Satan's got cupcakes for sale
Enter Alex and Malco's homemade man's hell!
Are we fargone too fargone? Too early to tell
Start campaigning for Satan's got cupcakes to sell
I just spray-painted a swastica onto the church bells

[Verse 2] Jack Blerry & APTRAKT

Went down to the library, down by the endo
Pulled out my notebook and my scripto pencil
I know that we bad so why am I depressed?
'Cuz we 'ain't causing mischief! Boy give it a rest
I'm a dud firecracker, I 'ain't got no fuse
Got no inspiration since I lost my muse
I'm a table with two legs, a spider with five
I'm going down slow, when will you arrive?
I went to the mountain, to the desert too
I was there ladies- so Where were you?
I'm a flattened out wave, 'ain't got any curl
An empty old oyster, 'ain't got any pearl
I take lots of showers, I go for long walks
I wait for a pitch but the fickle bitch barks
Took a shot of whiskey, a snort of cocaine
Shot some electrodes straight through my brain!

[Hook: APSTRAKT & Jack Blerry)

This is the story, the two men, the glory
The ghosts who were not really there
Better hide 'cuz we ride with a sack full of pride
Silhouettes walking straight through thin air
Run a bee anarchy, shoot the three killing spree
Steal some rum 'cuz I don't really care
Mix it up, fornicate, break the rules, snort the yay
Because Satan's got cupcakes for sale
Enter Alex and Malco's homemade man's hell!
Are we just fucking brain-dead? Too early to tell
Start campaigning for Satan's got cupcakes to sell
I just stuck my gum into some bitches hair!

[Verse 3] Jack Blerry & APSTRAKT

I'm mad as fuck! That's the rule of thumb
Sit up late, stay up, wait
'Daw- she 'ain't going to come
I feel fucking stranded, you know what I mean?
People's minds is frozen like on Ketamine
I feel the vibrations, TV's stuck on static
This country is stagnant, I can't understand it
Yo what do you mean? It's fucked up! That's granted
You want ketamine? Naw but nig we still bandits
Let's rewrite the rules. Like democracy?
Let's burn down our school! That's just straight anarchy!
That's what I'm saying- we're burned and beat
Over a girl? Just beat the meat
We're crumpled up, crapped on and spat on
We're roadkill to rich folk and brat sons
Let's do what we want let's just have fun!
I can't feel my face, my mind is going-

[Hook: APSTRAKT & Jack Blerry)

This is the story, the two men, the glory
The ghosts who were not really there
Better hide 'cuz we ride with a sack full of pride
Silhouettes walking straight through thin air
Run a bee anarchy, shoot the three killing spree
Steal some rum 'cuz I don't really care
Mix it up, fornicate, break the rules, snort the yay
Because Satan's got cupcakes for sale
Enter Alex and Malco's homemade man's hell!
Will the sun ever rise? It's too early to tell
Start campaigning for Satan's got cupcakes to sell
Say it one more time, bitch, so we can yell:
No megaphones. No dogma. Fuck the old left order