The Perils

(álbum: The Perils - 2016)

6 AM wake up all alone
Like what can ya boy say?
Shit shower shave's taking the whole day
Thinking with no pay
Like fucking with no size
Like cutting with no knife
And trusting you ho right, like why?
Interviews asking me where my stripper pole
But I can't drop the ball so I spit give and go
If I give them that real shit I'm concealing
Broke, no dough and chilling
They laughing me out the building
Can I use your restroom?
What no, what type of noise is that?
Most of these fools ain't loyal cats
They smoke until the foil's black
Sorry, trees started confessing
Departed with Wesson's
And restarted the lesson
We started from less than duh
No excuse though
Just wanted a roof over my head
Two hoes, skin black as Manute Bol
Make cash for my crude flow
That house on the hill?
Who know...

Just want to go... Home...
Can't wait to go... Home...
Just want to go... Home...
Can't wait to go... Home... All alone...

Choked up while I'm writing this
Didn't think my life would get
So fucking trifle and
Living like Mice & Men
Hoping this shit gets right again
Looking like I crawled out of a chimney
Ballers in my vicinity
Hoping they remember me
But stuck in anonymity
Mind blown like Kennedy
When I start kicking these written things
Now give me cheese
Can I get my cash today?
If not, tomorrow's fine
As long as I ain't broke
And getting dough
Then that's the bottom line
... You niggas don't give a shit
Constipation and constant hating
Got me looking up at the constellations
Steady corroborating
Fallacies about where I'm staying
(You know... Somewhere in Silverlake...)
But really in the back
On the passenger's side
Toasting and laughing like
Look where I'm at tonight

Just want to go... Home...
Can't wait to go... Home...
Just want to go... Home...
Can't wait to go... Home... All alone...