Stay-at-home fad - Gripping Woodgrain [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Cool Hook]
Run from the fad, and get fucked up
Run from the lies, and get fucked up
Run to the foolies and bet you're getting fucked up

[Verse 1: ABVKYA]
You're playing in the devil's house, that's a fact, friend
Fast outta oxygen, you can't comprehend where I am at this time and point
A pivotal message coming through to disappoint
His hands snatch you like a high from the heavens
Never been close but I'm close to an 11
Carding me? Think about the lost sanctions
Sank a ship, my neck's ready for the hangman
To my coffin up to my eardrums
After this drops I'm straight back to the school slums
No numb, no partition, late emission
I'm hooked to the green like a major addiction
But there's no fucking help, paper missing the middle for extra stealth
Versatile versus the Artful
A long line, a long rhyme, to match with his long spine

[Verse 2: Themba Ntaka]
Uh, never once have I abetted libel by the snakes
You play "state" better than the State so call the jakes up
Can't cheat when his whole romp is intellect
Liquor in a warned liver, now we're in effect
All I want to do is sell bags and hide money
Count faces from absence of misogyny
Many framed who claimed that they fit it
Beg for all mercy in the voice you talk shit in
Fam, I only took a dirt nap, you don't get a second chance acting like that
And all can't drink like us or think like us
Hoping that the game needs another you for bust

[Cool Hook 2]
Run from the fad, and get fucked up
Run from the lies, and get fucked up
Run to the foolies and bet you're getting fucked up