Tricky P - First World Problems lyrics

First world problems Sick of silly little first world problems We still k**ing for our first world problems And that really is the first world problem, that's a problem Think you might lose your mind Asking god, who am I? See their pain, through your eyes Sins of the father scrutinized Pa**ed to their daughters through their wives might just be a clue to why In the richest countries you will find the highest rates of suicide Ask us why we drink in abundance Chug until we sick to our stomachs Honestly I think that its cause we Don't deserve to live to a hundred I been trying to lift myself from it Spread my wings to get to the summit Head towards the sun like Christopher Columbus Cept I'm making sure the North is fixed on my compa** Come from a country so cold We're rocking our coats for months in a row Call the army in to shovel our snow When the strippers get wet they get stuck to the pole We get loony from the lost light Hot damn do we burn a lot of fuel for the long nights Bleeding the globe to heat our homes You don't wanna know what we do for the Klondike Brushed it off like yeah but were special Now I'm the pot yelling black at the kettle You know how it goes even Hansel and Gretel Did the worst crime the first time they danced with the devil And the sad thing's, That they did it for the candy But we've all sold our souls for the pantry Don't eat meat. Call me a pansy I don't give a f** you can blame it on Bambi How can you call me p**y when You never hunt your own food or look within Her sad eyes as she dies while the hook you sink Into the back of her neck makes the blood begin To drip down, then you gotta cut the skin And don't even even dare tryna cook the thing You eat that motherf**er RAW while you butchering her like MMMM, you can call me p**y then But until that, you're a dude buying a big mac Pre-wrapped yeah that makes you a real man Can't deal with the fact that you k** for your snacks Want a shield from the guilt? Better grill that Cause when the wool gets peeled back You gotta be a sociopath not to feel bad Still its hard to to distinguish right When everything that we do can extinguish life Bought some Jordans? Heard those workers are skeletons Fuzzy peach? Gotta murder for gelatine A piano? Well I'm sure to develop it They had to run through about a herd of elephants And its all too much so we walk around Subjects cause we don't wanna talk about Anything that makes us feel like we're not allowed To buy whatever we want, so we block it out People just don't wanna change sh** Unless its the conversation I'll get hate but all I'm sayings Everything in moderation 5 tons you feed to a cow To get a few hundred measly pounds Growing those crops needs fertile ground So we buy the rainforests and burn em down Ask a third world country They'll tell you meat is supposed to be a luxury Only reason that we get it so f**in cheap Is cause our governments are floodin it with subsidies And I ain't saying be a vegan I'm just saying stop putting cheese on everything you're eating I'm not saying you gotta join me I'm just saying it won't k** you to eat some f**ing soybeans I'm not saying you gotta live like your amish I'm just saying think fore you dig in your wallets Didn't ever plan on winning this contest But I never miss a chance to be spreading some knowledge Won't spit less my vision is progress Sick of the sh** talk, kids I'll be honest If I'm pissing you off its cause I'm triggering your conscience Know what? so what, mission accomplished That's your first world problem Sick of silly little first world problems We still k**ing for our first world problems And that really is the first world problem First world problem