Perrion - Pinguins [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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 shits
On the page with this red ink
Yeah I’m feeling tons of fucking rage
Working for a while and still ain’t get a fuckin’ raise
On my lunch break smoking j's to the fuckin’ face
Now I’m pretty blazed starting into many days
Thinking of many ways to fuck this girl jenny maze
Co-worker of mine she’s pretty bad
And she keeps flirting with me ever since she heard a nigga rap
Besides that a nigga 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 shit from way back
Like an old buddy that ? Smell bummy
Niggas missing’ turp and shit well they need to go back and study
While I’m searching for the

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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 fuckin’ jenny maze
Its pay day so, when I get my check I just may
Take her out to see a movie naw fuck 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 fuckin’ taco's
Life is like a black abyss, better yet a pothole
Cold as fuck 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
Shit, 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 shit as much as Donatello eats pizzas
Tryna get my pockets full in them ruca jeans
Tell all them fake niggas hasta la vista

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