[Verse 1: Perrion]
Minds racing as the guts blow away from the wind
After I split this dutch with the razor blade
Then the time ticks as my pen sh**s
On the page with this red ink
Yeah I'm feeling tons of f**ing rage
Working for a while and still ain't get a f**in' raise
On my lunch break smoking j's to the f**in' face
Now I'm pretty blazed starting into many days
Thinking of many ways to f** this girl jenny maze
Co-worker of mine she's pretty bad
And she keeps flirting with me ever since she heard a n***a rap
Besides that a n***a tryna find a better trap
So I can find a better snapback for these purple black
? With your pocket and your dank sack
If I unzip the tongue you smell the sh** from way back
Like an old buddy that ? Smell bummy
n***as missing' turp and sh** well they need to go back and study
While I'm searching for the
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Cash rules everything
Waiting for the heavy rain to go away
But for now I smoke away the Mary Jane
Hope that takes away the pain
Searching for a better day
Wanna keep my pockets full of better pay
And live the lifestyle of the rich and fame
Tryna make it in the game
But for now I patiently wait and roll another plane
I just wait and roll another plane
I just wait and roll...
[Verse 2: Perrion]
Well anyways back to f**in' jenny maze
Its pay day so, when I get my check I just may
Take her out to see a movie naw f** it I wanna skate
So instead I'mma buy me a new deck, size eight
Empty chucks spit fire wheels and a dime a day fur quick
Pick me up how much is that skate mental 50 bucks
Set it up, land a couple kickflips and five rolls and back home
To record and eat some f**in' taco's
Life is like a black abyss, better yet a pothole
Cold as f** in winter so yea I got the snot nose
Get a back of swiss miss make some hot choco
Make a new beat and write and record all the hot flows
My pops broke moms getting paid minimum wage
And I'm just in my room stuck in a cynical stage
My little sister hates to see her brother go away
Fears of him not coming back to here play another eighth
Note of them keys or do I gotta leave
And sell eight sets of g's to make it where I wanna be
sh**, my bro and me on the same level weed
Just me for peeps to hear our incredible speeches
Won't stop until everything is sweet as peaches
I love this sh** as much as Donatello eats pizzas
Tryna get my pockets full in them ruca jeans
Tell all them fake n***as hasta la vista
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