LORD LOONEY - Sunken Jewels [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: ThugDub]
Way down past the plastic beach
Strapped with two gats, fast past the hatch I reach
C'mon, 20,000 leagues under the sea
If you ain't come for money, you ain't coming with me
She told me dive deep and get her greatest treasure
Sunken Jewels, lil' mama got me drunk as a fool, it's my pleasure
Budweiser; all the none wiser and there ain't none fresher
My submersible don't crack under no pressure
And of course it's cool for you to measure
The depths that I plunge
Attacked it like a kraken, water filling the depths of my lungs
I'll be on it 'til my death is done
Return to Mama Ocean her most special of sons

[Bridge]
I'm telling you man
You gotta feed Mama Ocean
Gotta feed her...
A man once told me

[Verse 2: LORD LOONEY]
Stop lunging for your sunken jewels
Spelunking in your monkey suits
You proved you ain’t suitable for music, it’s truth
That’s why it usually stings, I got your crew in a sling
This fucking booth is like a fuse, and I keep chucking them things
Them little sticks with the red tips
I’m fed up with less shit
Yet I question every second like a session with Hicks
Should be counting all my blessings
Instead I’m counting on my pessimism
Records spinning, shouting out my message like its despotism
Rest in prison, right? Then brag about it over beats
Leaving out the bitter demons bagging on your dreams
Seems reality's been deemed a faggot’s way to relive
All the stress that’s been dragging rapper’s down to their feet
All the honesty is masked with booze, cess, and gats
This economy is latching on who’s left in the match
Flagging down the captain of this ludicrous rap
I find it’s usually a bastard in a suit with a plaque
And all them captivating voices that you hear on The Voice, went
And sold their fucking souls on their first performance
Kids, pick up the stones, throw 'em at these fucking labels
Pillage through the fucking showroom throw 'em suits through the fucking tables
Show ‘em how stable this nation made up the youth
And how soon this same place will saved by the same few
Who haven’t stooped down to your beliefs and rules
You’ll leaving like you came in, crying and seeking a clue

[Bridge]

[Outro]
You hear that?
That's the sound of 18 hundred hungry motherfuckers coming for your door
Sleep tight