Текст песни Intrusive Thoughts - Primo

Uhh
She tell me rappers can't really do different thangs
I'm struggling just to change
My own hypocritical ways
Love the flashy life
So why the fuck I tuck my chain
Every time I pop out
It's a fuckin shame

I'm the sickest materialistic dipshit that you'll ever sit wit
Type to cop some kicks
The same colorway that match the fitted

Imma chameleon who never liked what he saw in the mirror
So mixed my fashion with feelings
Just tryna fit in

As a kid cuzzo hand me downs was pick me ups
Arms in the air swanging hope my moms would pick me up
I mean the Coogi sweaters, girbauds, and pelle leather
With holes in every letter
Brought hoes that never let up

So who the hell was I to think that when I grew up it all worked differently
Prolly same person that told them girls in middle school to just
Keep that same energy
Thank you for ya ministries
And God bless ya