bains. (rap) – millenials lyrics
(hook)
old dudes talkin, i’ll mess up your whole day
my generation is not defined by a phone game
go, i’ll catch all the heat that you bring
i’m van gogh
i sit alone, you don’t know me, don’t ever hope to
soul-itude
my attitude is soulful
so full of dope tunes
i don’t smoke with the too-cool muthaf-ckas, not homies
broke but i’m puffin on mo weed
“priority” never in my dictionary, yuh
cop a lil bud
i went up, stuff another nug up in my lung
puff and i quit nothin, but i tried
mom think i’m disgusting when i light
blunt in a big rush and then i’m fried
cuss, i’m ridiculous when i get high
i could do without ya apple pie
i’m a samurai, cuttin choppin sample, what a guy
no mo b-tter knife
no muthaf-ckin b-tter knife x2
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holy f-ck, who the f-ck
overweight, hairy buddha
smokin, chewbacca
tune em up
rude as all f-ck
true as all f-ck
2-0 years old in a rut
all we be told is we nothing
not a single one has buckled
stuck in a basement, makin our way
through van city hazes
workin for mr cialis
i heard he take it with his bacon
just so he can get awake
and up for a hard day of f-ckin wages
outta the faces, of his abrasive, f-ckin do hate him
workin, racin, slave away
worker, getting little pay
i heard he’s living in la
wit percocet up in his vein, lame..
like how i’m supposed to show some effort?
you off on a beach and getting head
and leave us employees for dead
the jobs are drying up
oh god i’m tryin, to survive in this climate
but music might not be a bright enough future…
i was, chilling b-mping future in my homies whip again
i swear the people who don’t get it, they not listening
my neck is glistening, my pocket isn’t then
i’m possibly the least possible to remain monogamous
that’s what the song just said
it’s what the movie and commercial said
it’s what my homies telling purple, yeah
they say not worth it, yeah
they say keep workin yeah
go get it gurkin, yeah
haven’t been gurkin since the 1st of may
of 2013
i been growin
they been ignorin that shit
look at this deplorable kid
with his rip, torn to shit kicks
shorts and its winter
bored as shit with the
curriculum
you could miss me son
i don’t really really give a f-ck
kevin gates, no time bruh
2 phones, on line one
wit my mum
line 2, order medicine
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