Perrion - Pinguins lyrics

[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 sh**s On the page with this red ink Yeah I'm feeling tons of f**ing rage Working for a while and still ain't get a f**in' raise On my lunch break smoking j's to the f**in' face Now I'm pretty blazed starting into many days Thinking of many ways to f** this girl jenny maze Co-worker of mine she's pretty bad And she keeps flirting with me ever since she heard a n***a rap Besides that a n***a 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 sh** from way back Like an old buddy that ? Smell bummy n***as missing' turp and sh** 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 f**in' jenny maze Its pay day so, when I get my check I just may Take her out to see a movie naw f** 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 f**in' taco's Life is like a black abyss, better yet a pothole Cold as f** 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 sh**, 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 sh** as much as Donatello eats pizzas Tryna get my pockets full in them ruca jeans Tell all them fake n***as hasta la vista [Hook]