paroles de chanson JUVENILE (FREESTYLE) Pt. II - Phil$aps

It was 2013 and we didn't go to class
I was riding in the jeep, while hoes were shaking ass
If you really don't get me, I hope you understand
I was with donuts and perry
We was ditching class

We didn't care about this bullshit, we just wanna dash
We all went to carmona's, and we'd just smoke some gas

A group of juveniles, Yeah you wouldn't understand
Told my parents that the party I had wasn't planned

They never understood this shit
They couldn't get the case
That was back when wes was at the party, and got massed

I was tripping cause mutha fuckers was sippin
So I said let me give you a ride
What you need I can give it

Yeah

I was a little drunk ain't gon lie
But I was 16 not giving a fuck if I died
But I
Keep my head up, throw my hands to the sky
Just to talk to my grandma and let her know I'm alright
Cause a

I truly don't care about who you smashed
And I don't care about what you have or what you grabbed
Does that make you feel better, honestly
Stop bragging bout these bitches, we all get it, they all easy

I'm back on my bullshit throwing punches like breezy
And I
Don't need you to tell me how everything's easy
And I'm
On my couch, puffing blunts like weezy
While jaydens mixing my music
A little something like yeezy

Yeah