Safari - Grown Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Gus Hudson]
Take a listen while I’m packing Boxes, who the fuck was sitting bitching
Well I’d say that Josh is noshing on some ammunition
His is slipping down intestines, figures
I’m just happy I could share this knowledge with you well wishers
I’m the fucking reason I’m regretting getting heavy already
All ready I’m heading steady for attention seeking comments
Like they think I’m hitting menopause early
Heard me early saying words like banter puns and wearing Hurley, curly hair
And Fanta slurping minus rum and shouting ‘fun’, now I’m spitting surly
Mono tonally preferring talking like I’m James Earl Jonesing
Yeah it’s Stanley I’m referring
I’m writing verses versus vocal manufactured persons
Cos my locals wearing Persians, or the others donning purses
Shirking all but house and mixing or they’re spouses or they’re vixens
Concerning only with interning, something else I’m missing
Hitting off the irony of Indy actually whipping me
Study ancient history, so yes I’ll fucking set up galleries
Off by all those offices that offer me a different scene
Only up if boss is Mr. Offerman and city’s Pawnee

[SVB]
(Yo, Caesar Reid is dead
But on a serious note I'm about to get deep)
I'm pretty happy with who I've become
'Cus when I was young, I was so dumb
Book smarts I had, I was top of the class
But that just showers with flowers the fact that I was an ass
But now those hours have passed, I don't cower at the past
Even though I soured things with the one that I should have loved
It was for the better of me, definitely we would have sucked
I was such a wimp, opposite of a pimp
Never asked girls out 'cus I was afraid of what they'd think
My whole life pigeon holed into being nice
But what's more important: being you or being liked?
Somehow I managed to change my ways
Prez of Hip Hop Soc, these are the best of my days
I guess I'm blessed at my age the rest are depressed or enraged
Minimal stress, I got time to invest on my page
I figured out girls can still be bros to me
That's a shout out to GC and my girl Louise
This new found maturity: it's bringing out more of me
'Cus historically I never did take things stoically
So although the more I see, the less I care
A cynical life is a minimal price to address my fears
So when I go back home and appear the same
One thing is clear for real, my dear, I changed

[Tourke]
Talk to Tourke, stop drop on all fours
Roaming through the stockroom stores for nocturnal wars
Of course, all the tours still caught up in the applause
Squirming on the jaws, crawling paws of what the panther sees
Cracks in the air, picking snacks out from where they anchor trees
Imagine me, the fantasy of the white Carmelo Anthony
Naturally imagine them, a blooming bunch of chrysanthemum
Weak beaten thin like the skin of the drum, under the thumb
Revenge is sweet plums and shots pop like bubblegum
I feel free to flee when the key troubles come
Modern day meat fled from the streets to the peaks
A spot in San Andreas now atop of the Himalayas, send your prayers
To the gladiator fighting for the diamonds
Against the lions, tigers, pythons, pirates and the riots
Be quiet, it’s the violet violence rewriting science
No appliances required, I’m tearing up what’s written coz
The body stiffens and the plot thickens
Inspector Dickens inspects the kitchen to find seven kids and eleven pigeons
Precision, another dead victim gone missing
A messy vision turned to prison as I made the killer incision (killer incision)