Testo 41 - Pouya

Testo della canzone 41 (Pouya), tratta dall'album Underground Underdog

Yuh, yuh, yuh
I ain't got no gas in the whip
No cash in my wallet, no one on my dick
No missed call from your bitch
What's going on with me? I used to be the man
Nobody's pullin' up to my show no more
They sick and tired of the same old
But I spit that flame though, you know my name, ho
Suicidal, you know how that thing go
I used to ride around and bang it in my four-door
Couldn't step outside without somebody asking me for photos
Now it seem like nobody know me
I haven't heard a word from none my homies
My bitch left me, I'm lonely
Somebody set me up, tried to wet me up
Bullets in the windshield of my Acura
Luckily, they wasn't accurate
I wish they took my life
Twenty-one was fun but forty-one ain't right
I hate my kids, hate my wife
What to do? Where to go?
My SoundCloud don't pay no more
I gotta get it on the low
I hope they don't knock on my door
What to do? Where to go?
My SoundCloud don't pay no more
I hope they don't knock on my door
The bills due and the walls got some mildew
I been looking at this bottle, wonderin' what these pills do
My dog died in the hallway
I been lookin' at the ceilin', cryin' all day
My life sucks, my job sucks
My kids sucks, my bitch sucks
Haven't even got my dick sucked
I'm runnin', runnin', runnin' outta luck
I'm gunnin', gunnin', gunnin' for them bucks
I used to be a veteran, now I'm feelin' like a rookie
My bitch don't give her cookie, I'ma have to call a hooker
Get the quarters out the Acura and pay this ho
I've been saving up my change for a rainy day
I should've listened to them things my mama had to say
I put myself in this predicament
My life is nothin', man, I wish that I could finish it
I'm workin' for a man that's workin' for a man who's workin' for a middleman
Get me out of here
Sick of shedding tears
I thought I was 'bout to be a millionaire
But now I'm strugglin' muggin' these motherfuckers with a .44
Do I have to mention I'm desperate?
Might just pawn this Double S necklace
I can't deal with all this pressure
What to do with all of these records?
Trying to rebuild an empire, can't even put myself together
The bills due and the walls got some mildew
I been looking at this bottle, wonderin' what these pills do
My dog died in the hallway
I been lookin' at the ceilin', cryin' all day
My life sucks, my job sucks
My kids sucks, my bitch sucks
Haven't even got my dick sucked
I'm runnin', runnin', runnin' outta luck
I'm gunnin', gunnin', gunnin' for them bucks



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Writer(s): Tanner Petulla, Kevin Pouya
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