Face Valyou - Trash-Treasury [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Face Valyou]
Out the gutter sprouting grassroots, it's Valyouth
Solar-paneled my sound booth and found truth
Other heads be like, "I don't want it, if it's been owned before me"
Horny, but afraid of material orgies?
Shit, my shorty can take a thrift store classic
And look as fresh as out of Saks Fifth
Rearrange and see what sweeping can do
You think the air that we're breathing is new?
And use those veggies that are 'bout to rot
Turning milk jugs to flower pots, recycle around the clock
Cause as a culture, we waste a shitload
'Til landfills need their own zipcode
No wonder heads are dumpster diving
Surprised by the findings? We ship people to shutter island
Don't wanna see the ugliness, then throw it over the guardrail
Buy it back at the next yard sale


[Chorus: Face Valyou & Inqwesson]
It's in your best, interest
What you fishing to catch, a spare? There's a little left
And lots collectively
In the depths, might find something trash-treasury
It's in your best, inter-est
To give an inspect, you don't need to dig at the x
All around there's lots that you can get for free
Amidst a mess, might find something trash-treasury


[Verse 2: Inqwesson]
The kid's grimey, kind of fly, over ten-gallon bucket kick
Drums sounding live when accompanied by a couple sticks
I'll be the one, shaking tambourines made of cans
Craft a stained-glass mural with actual grains of sand
Eclectic love for discovery? Covers the floor to ceiling
Disgusted by luxury cause the gutter is more appealing
I'm rolling filthy in public like pornos filmed in pavilions
My total's some of the ugliest combinations of illness
Only fuck with it if it fits tight
Clip mics, never been concerned with what a bitch likes
This might, put your hands up like a fist fight
Live life rugged-type with low-budget get right
And that's no cash, turn a throwaway into a throwback
Old trash renewal, use it for what my soul lacks
Smokestack, lung love, burning tree like wood stoves
Crook mode, killing shit, penicillin good mold


[Chorus]