Rocket Cartel - Weekday [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Pyrex French]

Everybody got their qualms, I need a social bracket
I'm in Twentynine Palms with my tennis racket
Acting like you ain't seen sick until you pack and rack it
Put a quarter on your mole and just try to whack it
All the girls say "fuck it" and just try to smack it
No matter how they say no they don't kill my tactics
This is no time for actin', I bought the dream team
Quick to buy any snack, straight up puffin' for the fiends
Been puffin' so much Mendo even though my dick is green
Want that pussy with no hair like Mr. Clean
If I'm talkin' to your bitch don't try to intervene
She made her choice, you don't wanna in-between
Come back to the crib, I know you wanna
Pillow-top mattress, eat it up like a piranha
Then I get up in that ass like a colonic
Pyrex workout have you sweatin' like it's a sauna

[Hook: Will Money]

Foreign car, 190 on the freeway
Rocket Cartel is the recime, babe
Two dudes, four bitches, double three-way
And we don't give a fuck that it's a weekday

[Verse 2: Will Money]

Hundred degrees, I'm still rockin' a leather jacket
I get all up in your head like a method actor
Fuck up your life like you got diagnosed with liver cancer
Hittin' level 6 rapids while I'm river raftin'
I'm ridin' a pony keg over Niagara Falls
Sound exciting? you should probably tag along
Latvian supermodel, a cute bag of bones
Feed her some Fernet Branca then Imma take her home
Filet Mognon, no Shake-n-Bake
Reservations at Morton's, no Steak-n-Shake
She talkin' TMI, need a data break
We finna take the boat up out on Crater Lake
Then drive down to Mount Shasta
And walk up that shit holdin' a ghetto blaster
Try to follow, you coughin' like you got asthma
Field Commander, put you rappers out to pasture

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Pyrex French]

Sprinkle my ass in feta like it's a weekday
I smell rotten bleu cheese, I think I met my fate
No blind date, I hang out hella gritty
West coast to the eddy, I'm bred up Fillmore ready
Haight Street to Leavenworth, I keep my thumbs down
No 9-to-5 breadin', keep my crumbs down
I been scrapin' pot, know that we watch a lot
Leave you caked up and scraped up over a knot

[Verse 4: Will Money]

She move that body like a cyclone, I move that cyclone like a superstorm
This is the night that you've been waitin' for since you were born
The memories'll be so good you'll have no use for porn
Fuck your dude, Imma make you forget that you were torn
You ain't gotta entertain that motherfucker
I lick it like a lollipop, he lick it like a sucker
Young millionaire eccentric, all up in that mouth
Like a dentist, my energy is endless

[Hook x2]