Cully - Funk it Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Cully]
Yo, Yo, Yo
Cully
Yo, Yo, Yo

[Verse 1: Cully]
Suburbia was my backdrop, but I'm tired of this
Can't be a have-not when I'm liver than shit
Cats is half hot like when fire meets piss
Get put out right quick in a ditch- below earth
No soul search, all money and no worth
You slow learn, body swimming in cold currents
Got a wood burning furnace
In a house in the woods with my parents
Early birdies eat them worms and they totally deserve it
Humble pie, never do I wonder what dessert is
I'm workin' the first shift- on stage
While you lurk in the curtains- not paid
Wonder how many lives that hip-hop saves
Do them brain dead people really got graves?
I don't know, adios when I pop Bailey's
And start sippin'
Steal all of y'all women
It's out to mars tripping
Leave a big ass tip in the jar for y'all bitches