Rocket Cartel - Palm Trees [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Will Money]

Tropical beach under a palm tree
In some unpronounceable country
Always followin' where the sun be
And them suntanned blonde bitches love me
We finna roll weed shortly
Get higher then Neptune, I think I'm Surfboard P
Winter where I'm from but round here it's the local summer
In a cabana with a chick that smell like cocoa butter
Dark rum in the glass but we ain't overdone it
Fuck her then roll up another, puff it then go back to fuckin'
We puffin' hella ganja, had it shipped by helicopter
Blowin' so much smoke you'd think it was the smoke monster

[Verse 2: Pyrex French]

Skateboards and tall tees, Bacardi under palm trees
Food and bitches Chinese, get down upon your knees please
California boy, Sacramento to the Bottoms
Beach-punk style and Mendo low loudpacks, I got 'em
End of the month pains, talk about your own strains
Fuck a cosign because you changed your mind about me
Coked up, damn, 80s Hawaiian style shirts, wavy
Fuck that seapunk style I worked for your gang first so pay me
Pyrex livin', go cop you a timeshare
Grab some Robitussin and a Craigslist lawn chair
Totally self-made, I kiss my own owies
Palm tree track, I'm done here cause I'm flyin' home to Maui