Pinguins

[Verse 1: Perrion] Minds racing as the guts blow away from the wind After I split this dutch with the razor blade Then the time ticks as my pen shits On the page with this red ink Yeah I’m feeling tons of fucking rage Working for a while and still ain’t get a fuckin’ raise On my lunch break smoking j's to the fuckin’ face Now I’m pretty blazed starting into many days Thinking of many ways to fuck this girl jenny maze Co-worker of mine she’s pretty bad And she keeps flirting with me ever since she heard a nigga rap Besides that a nigga tryna find a better trap So I can find a better snapback for these purple black ? With your pocket and your dank sack If I unzip the tongue you smell the shit from way back Like an old buddy that ? Smell bummy Niggas missing’ turp and shit well they need to go back and study While I’m searching for the [Hook] Cash rules everything Waiting for the heavy rain to go away But for now I smoke away the Mary Jane Hope that takes away the pain Searching for a better day Wanna keep my pockets full of better pay And live the lifestyle of the rich and fame Tryna make it in the game But for now I patiently wait and roll another plane I just wait and roll another plane I just wait and roll... [Verse 2: Perrion] Well anyways back to fuckin’ jenny maze Its pay day so, when I get my check I just may Take her out to see a movie naw fuck it I wanna skate So instead I’mma buy me a new deck, size eight Empty chucks spit fire wheels and a dime a day fur quick Pick me up how much is that skate mental 50 bucks Set it up, land a couple kickflips and five rolls and back home To record and eat some fuckin’ taco's Life is like a black abyss, better yet a pothole Cold as fuck in winter so yea I got the snot nose Get a back of swiss miss make some hot choco Make a new beat and write and record all the hot flows My pops broke moms getting paid minimum wage And I’m just in my room stuck in a cynical stage My little sister hates to see her brother go away Fears of him not coming back to here play another eighth Note of them keys or do I gotta leave And sell eight sets of g's to make it where I wanna be Shit, my bro and me on the same level weed Just me for peeps to hear our incredible speeches Won’t stop until everything is sweet as peaches I love this shit as much as Donatello eats pizzas Tryna get my pockets full in them ruca jeans Tell all them fake niggas hasta la vista [Hook]