Текст песни 17 Feb - Lilsunofgod

Pardon me I'm pissed
Sick of phony shit
Hit the pharmacist
Sipping on that mix
Till I feel I don't exist
Ship been on a sink
Since I finished my matric
Sick of all my friends
Always do pretend
Never understand
The fear of being a man
With nothing but your momma
And sleeping with the fear
Of thinking they gone rob ya
And you can't even help her
Coz you were just 11
Living in a hell
Hoping there's a heaven
Praying that you'll get there
Still believed in Reverends
Never fucked with Santa
Momma bought me presents
Momma taught me lessons
But I ain't wanna listen
Now I'm stuck with problems
And momma can't fix 'em
The trauma kinda built me
The karma kinda killed me
My thoughts been hella filthy
Yeah
My thoughts been kinda filthy
Rinse them with the whiskey
Puffing like a chimney
Piggy back the city
Hope I make a milli
Before they catch me slipping
17 of February
Jordan when I'm Pippen
Do it till we legendary
We don't see no ceiling

Thoughts been kinda filthy
Rinse them with the whiskey
Smoking like a chimney
Piggy back the city
Hope I bag a milli
Before they catch me slipping
17 of February
Jordan when I'm Pippen
Do it till we legendary
We don't see no ceiling