Local-K - F.A.C [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Local-K]
I'm chillin' with my villains, pop a bean with Krillin
On a spiritual high, watch my soul rise to the ceilin'
What a feelin, it's a miracle we're livin'
I prayed to Based God and now Yeezus has risen
Born with the vision, I keep 'em in my cornea
A true warrior, Heaven's own courier
This is a story of Un Soldado Que Gloria
Taste euphoria in my memoriam
Stock piling the herb, I keep a cornucopia
So when we hit the function it feels like utopia
Grab a bad bitch, bring 'em by the dozen
Head never average, give me that concussion
Hall of fame bitch, this is my induction
Got the illuminati summoned out the dungeon
What's the discussion? I'll beat you down with my bludgeon
Fuck it I'm just stuntin', I really won't do nothin'

[Hook(x2): Local-K]
They said I need a theme song
A little something I can scream on
Got my head in the clouds, I'm fucking King Kong
An American Idol? Dream on

[Verse 2: Local-K]
Don't fuck around now and make me call the mothership
I'll smack your bitch's dead ass, right out in public
We the hip hop governance
Stop, don't talk, I'm on some other shit
Your girl twerk? And she's a republican?
Well god damn this the nation that we're trustin' in
God's creation but clearly not adjusted kid
Face it we've got your replacement, throw Kirk Cousins in
Chasin' them franklins now like Aretha was sayin'
Respect, I've got em' thinkin' about the moves that they're making
Switch up the groove I ain't playin', trying to get the room booty shaking
Whether you black, white, or asian
Tonight we be Jamaican
Who you playin' ho? I'm as big as Kris Kringle
I'm jolly mother fucker no comprende mi lingo
Your bitch is crusty, one touch crunch like a pringle
And her name's grace? Probably got her off of Christian Mingle

[Hook(x2): Local-K]
They said I need a theme song
A little something I can scream on
Got my head in the clouds, I'm fucking King Kong
An American Idol? Dream on