Gripp - E&F [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Gripp]
That's all life is, yo: we eat and we fuck
And as we get older, hope we keeping it up
But if not, hope we never gon' forget what we did
Remember every single second we lived

[Verse 1: Gripp]
Every second of life is a decadent bite
Of a dish so delicious, peppered with spice
Its preparation is excellent; we're testing a slice
But there's no second helpings; no one's getting it twice
And we're sure that someone else is getting a little more than us
So we're sort of rushed with all the meals that we order up
We're more abrupt, forking up grub to calm the appetite
Glasses, ice, and hope for after-dinner mints and afterlife
And that's alright, but even passing has a price
So we give our tabs to our kids to get the plastic swiped
We pass the bills and hope they're bringing the cash
So they don't end up washing dishes at a sink in the back
Stinking of trash, thinking of past, dinners with dad
Soon they see the cycle repeating and then it's a wrap
Thinking of the menu and mopping the wood on the floor
The next time they'll pick the same meals that we would have before
Because...

[Hook: Gripp]

[Verse 2: Gripp]
Life is a fickle mistress, don't cook and don't do no dishes
Just lays up in bed like a princess like, “Come and hit this.”
Trust, though all our opinions are not eye-to-eye
When she's asking me for it I still gotta comply. Why?
'Cos Death keeps calling and harassing my phone
But I don't mess with her; I get my satisfaction at home
I put it down passionate, slow, 'cos I know that if I could hit it right
Then she's gonna pay me back in tenfold
Other dudes treat her like they're just macking a ho
That's wack. She's supposed to be your main attraction, you know?
Actually, though, I kind of understand it. She's a bit demanding
And a little rough, biting and scratching my throat
Don't wanna be too graphic and gross or get in your face
Let's just say my mind is open; my position could change
My mission is to stay in her, stay with her. That's my best bet
'Til I roll over, pillow-talking on my death bed...

[Hook: Gripp]