Lyrics Class Pictures - Chuck Strangers

Yo, Yo

I sold my nigga these jordans
Just so we could go on this date
And you can do is bitch, about how I′m late
I cut the container in half, 'cause I′m low on cash
The situation is bleak. It was strong, but our lovin' is weak
I quit my job and my folks threw me out last week
Shit I can't even buy something to eat
The whole world had laughs
But Patrick let me crash on his couch
It was blue maybe green
First night I made Daily Routine
Saw that shit on Adidas
I′m thinking "niggas deadass got a chance to be on"
I ain′t write this as no "I have a Dream" song
"Poor Nigga" theme song
I mean it can, if you want it to be
I just thought I'd talk some more about me
Y′all niggas say he equal
Just vibing with the people
I'm scratching lottery tickets like, damn my nigga did we lose?
Looking at my rent bill like, nigga did I move?

When I was young, they asked my favorite color
I′m thinking "What the fuck do you mean?"
When we was all pure, I wasn't focused on green
Screaming, "take your crayons back"
The only color that matters is black
See we live in a world of perspectives
See us in nice shit and they want us arrested
I ain′t go to school
We ain't have no electives
Time's got erect
We ain′t have no electric
Your boss wonders why you ain′t enthused
After this $8.60 its back to the blues
After this $8.60 its back to the blues
But its all about perspectives
We just smoke weed, wild out, and drive reckless
My niggas never listen to no Slipknot record
I play 3-6 and get mad respect
But I'm feeling worthless
No money because I′m worthless
This the real world, what the fuck you was expecting