Diop - Fuck You, Mom | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Diop
• Fuck You, Mom

I've got, twenty followers on Soundcloud mom
I sold like, two t-shirts grinding downtown mom
Cause your fucking work initiative was passed down, mom
So stop acting it skipped a generation, mom

I thought I could rely on you to be patient with me
A week ago I'm making $25 today it's $50
A week ago we're eating Mr. Noodles for dinner
Today it's TV diners, potatoes, green peas with liver

The life that you dream about everyday it get realer
Your son ain't slinging dope but just the same your son a dealer
A supplier of music, for a desperate demand
Your son a rock star leading a one man band

I'll never flip another Wendy's burger again
And where that fucking life will take me all depends
On who was around and, who I kept with me
Cause it's my life, bitch so don't fuck with me.

*Thanks Ed

Diop еще тексты