Текст песни That's How We're Living (lifeseeker) с переводом

At the intersection, just doin' the do

Till my man from the banana splits came through

With the three-wheel bike, helmet with a mic

Grandma on the back like «Yeah, that’s right!»

Taking flight on the gold wing

Life isn’t a dull thing

Could use some beef jerky… homeboy, are you holdin'?

Wanna make it into town 'fore the sun goes down

This is the last of the last, pass it around

Turn on the radio, the surf report’s in

Time to take the long board for a gnarly spin

Right after she ya once again

Now you’re paddlin' out to sea with just one fin

Guess the world of land, yes, it musta stung ya

Into the big blue, that’s where it brung ya

Top a 30 foot wave with the crazy hunger

And the thought that ya came to was kawabunga!

Young bucks with nunchucks still wearin' a cross

Throwin' up a peace sign but I’m set to go off

On any X or Y axis with heavy metal tactics

Got a pet mongoose, plus two arachnids

All this info online, I’m lovin' it

Plus smokin' weed cures cancer and other shit

And everything is all conspiracy

Including this song, are ya hearing me?

Doin' yoga, listenin' to Madonna

Doin' yoga, listenin' to Madonna

Listenin' to Madonna, doin' yoga

Listenin' to Madonna, doin' yoga

That’s how we’re livin', that’s how we’re livin'

Just doin' what you do is the new religion

Lifestyle’s gone wild, extreme to mild

Run the gamut on the planet, never be defiled

From meditatin' at home, to deep sea fishin'

And poetry readings where no one listens

To swinger retreats and paintball missions

Every crazy diamond shinin', bringing new additions

You can go on the weekend, or play hooky

Crimp your hair, girl, for the roller boogie

You wanna party on wheels? Don’t rent a limousine!

That bling bling club is so last week

You could skate around to the latest grooves

Hopin' somebody might appreciate your moves

And if not, just express yourself

And appreciate the moves or someone else (come on)

Awww man, Facebook’s live tonight

Aw yeah, I’m on Facebook, gettin' live tonight

Like this, like that, gettin' hyped tonight

Might start a little chat with my ex tonight

Gonna have a part-ay, all my bros are comin'

Girls and guys who ain’t down for frontin'

So yo homeboy, lemme tell ya somethin'

Lotta motherfuckas gon' be bungie jumpin'

Backwards hats, tribal tats, wakeboardin', skateboardin'

Hackey sack in my pack 'cause you know I hate boredom

Goin' big or goin' home, no in-betweens

Gettin' extreme is necessary by any means

Rockin' all the time, rockin' all the time

Uh, I’m rockin' all the time

Rockin' all the time, rockin' all the time

Rockin' all the time, rockin' all the time

Uh, I’m rockin' all the time

Rockin' all the time, rockin' all the time

That’s how we’re livin', that’s how we’re livin'

Gonna hit the rooftop and release my pigeons

Workin' out with an app, that physical fitness

Up in the furry club, 'bout to comb my whiskers

That’s how we’re livin', that’s how we’re livin'

Tofurky with boysenberries, the new Thanksgiving

Lifestyle’s gone wild, extreme to mild

Jesus camp for the weekend, and conceived a child

I like the wind on my face, it stimulates and soothes me

Hey, this feeling of freedom is really groovy!

As the spirit of a hawk comes screeching through me

Know what I’m sayin', his hand glidin' deeply moves me

On currents I glide, ride like the wind all day

«Not a care in the world» Yeah that’s what they all say

But all work, no play all day, it ain’t right

So you can go fly one (but I am the kite)

Tight asshole with a tighter fist

Gay people gettin' married makes me pissed!

Can’t stand preverts who take paint to canvas

More right wing than the state of Kansas!

I’ll fuckin' drive a Buick, not a commie Honda

I still believe we should hang Jane Fonda!

We can go down to Chick-Fil-A if you wanna?

Ooh, here’s my favorite song, Bananarama!

Online, I be postin', postin' manga all the time

Might hear a little manga in my rhyme

And when I get to the party, it’s manga time!

I used to have long hair, now my shit is shorter

What’s up dude, you got a quarter?

'Cause I lost my job, now I chill at Borders

Got the sun in my eyes and a little pet tortoise

You can laugh if you want, but times are hard

Tattoo on my face and I talk to God

Used to be a rapper but now I just chill

Might hop the freight train just for a thrill

Drinkin' hooch with my pooch and I don’t give a damn

Your concepts of reality are one big sham

They stick you in a metal box so you can listen to the hum

As they figure out new ways to kill someone

So I send out a toast to my people with the most

Who ain’t out to control one another, that’s gross

That’s my word, got a bird, I’m busy whittlin'

And I love the sweet sound of that pretty girl fiddlin'

Coolin' on the down-low, messin' with my yo-yo

Lookin' out for po po, listenin' to Go-Go

Schoolin' from the dojo, eat a little froyo

Zonin' out that Xbox, suckers get that bow bow!

That’s how we’re livin', that’s how we’re livin'

Just doin' what you do is the new religion

Lifestyle’s gone wild, extreme to mild

Runnin' the gamut on the planet, never be defiled

From meditatin' at home, to deep sea fishin'

And poetry readings where no one listens

To swinger retreats, paintball missions!

Every crazy diamond shinin', bringing new additions