Specifics - My Tunes [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by ThinkTwice]

[Hook]
Where my tunes go,boo? Where the time go?
Wheres my socks at dog,wheres the paycheck?
Where my tunes go X2

[Verse]
Where's my socks at
Dog wheres my shoes at
Chopped at the top in the chocolate
Remove that long black stockings
And move back girl wear ya blue
Lingerie blonde braids take it off yeah
Where my tunes go boo
Where we do that you strip
Smooth in the back low music
Where did the remote go so if we bump in slow mo
You can touch and go forward on the disc
Mix
Where the zigs quick get a cig lit after when our skin stick together
Like the jim hat wrappers for my fat pocket
Where'd you put the popsicles man I hid em in the fridge back to get cold
Where do fat cats go when they get old?
A place with mad catnip and fresh fish bones
And that's whoa
Where's my keys probably in the hole between cushions
On the sofa out of reach
Where I obviously pushin up her knees dig deep
Oh and when she leans over jerk lookin up her skirt please
Where the time go, every time we try and go get live
Showin up five before close so we buyin at the offsales

[Hook]

[verse 2 Goldenboy]
(yeah one more time)
Where'd the old days get when they jetted
Like i try and stay awake when the place went to bed and its
A headache
Where's my red team? I rep they like they rep Craig who got his left pit stained the best name
I'm putting in work
Where's the pay check?
Cuz it ain't paid yet, if i gave a shit i wouldn't make a next tape
But i said hey
Wheres the good shit
I cook with
A couple from t, for anyone wanna to mumble somethin to me
He humble as fuck but suck stubble from my nuts g, yup if you come for
Trouble and such
Pucker up or duck first down the thirst get clubbed with the crown or of southern comfort now work
With a burst mouth
Surrounded by the skirts like elimidate
We just slurp shit, obverse and pontificate
Where's my notebook that i don't hook with the most overlooked quotes
So its no good
Roll with those crooks, whoa speaking of the streets squad
Not the beast but he got a nose like police dogs
Wheres the weed yall
Get the streets fogged up like its john c's long gone sea dogs
Or at the hallowe'en creeps ball wearin a mask
Indeed, love is a thing of the past