pops tired - Pink Siifu

Aye, aye, sir

Pops tired, pops tired, pops tired

I told him chill

When I get it, he can throw away the bills

He ain’t trying to sell

Problems on my head, sun up in the field

New slaves up in the field

New pain, some don’t never feel

What you know bout that for real?

Lookin' at his face, he don’t look the same

Shook still, look him in the eyes

Nigga, in my head

I ain’t the one to hide from niggas

If you fam, I’m ridin' with ya

We was runnin' from the pigs only

All me, gun up in my face

Nigga, what it’s gon be

Smiling with my gold teeth

Might put on a long tee

Skating in the streets, I’m a army

Freedom Man on me

White man hatin' on me, I’mma break regardless

We still in for the pink while you too busy stealin' charges

And sisters goddess, word to the collar squad goddess

We be with the gods often

See the sky fallin', see the sky fallin', wait

Chill, chill, chill, nigga, chill, nigga, chill, chill, nigga, chill

Don’t you want me, I’m posh

Don’t know why

Don’t know much

Hey, I be trying to awake my demons

I’m trying to awake my demons

Hey, give me some morphine

Give me some morphine

Give me some morphine

Give me some more fiends

I’m trying to awake

I’m trying to awake my demons