Billy the Fridge - Workaholic [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Bill the Fridge]
This goes out to all the people working day jobs
Who would quit if it did'int mean the pay stops
I just want to play till my brain rots
Don't know any other way, so I take shots
Yeah I take shots
I can drink a Hennessy half gallon
Some call it a problem, I call it a talent
You gotta balance
Living that kinda life
Being that kinda guy
Working the 9-5
A life of leisure a believer call in sick today
Hey! Who's dick do I gotta suck to get a Chick-Fil-A
That's gay
No really though It's time to stop
When it comes to girls I'm a bull in a vagina shop
A fine line to walk do you think its funny
Bare with me bitch, better have my honey
Crackin' Brooskies with the Broskies we ain't lonely
4 a.m. we up drunk cooking macaroni
Fine balongie drinking out a bag of wine
Shit its Wednesday got to get work on time
Going drunk be like yo fuck the boss I'm something like Rick Ross with extra sauce

[Hook]
Call it what you want to call it
I'm a fucking workaholic
Okay come up about yo pocket
Put that money in my wallet
Call it what you want to call it
I'm a fucking workaholic

[Verse 2: Bill the Fridge]
Its Friday I'm more excited than Rebecca Black
That's my Fun day because Mondays are hecka' wack
Hear the record scratch
Pizza party calabunga'
Overtime is a waste of time we ain't getting any younger
We ain't getting any drunker
We hit a plateau
Chasing chubby chicks I'ma dry hump a fat roll
Man that's so ah fuck it smash bitches
We ain't got to work today Its half Christmas
Puts some hash in it
Wanna smoke ah bowl
We got recon cans for loco bro
Kickit with tha Juggalos
I'm Half Zlizzard
Call up Wall-E wigger were the rap wizzards no scissors
Punk Rock don't cut curls
Roll a big fat, kick back and grub churros
We love girls
Settle for a few slut hoes its a work night dude lose the butt holes

[Hook]
Call it what you want to call it
I'm a fucking workaholic
Okay come up about yo pocket
Put that money in my wallet
Call it what you want to call it
I'm a fucking workaholic

[Verse 3: Bill the Fridge]
Somedays you just got to get loose
Sit on top of tha roof
Crack a couple of broose and let things go
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yo, yo, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh
Somedays you just got to get loose
Sit on top of tha roof
Crack a couple of broose and let things go

[Outro: Bill the Fridge]
This goes out to all the people working day jobs
Who would quit if it did'int mean the pay stops
I just want to play till my brain rots
Don't know any other way, so I take shots
So I take shots yeah I take shots
Wanna take shots
Call it what you want to call it
I'm a fucking workaholic