Premiere: Survive 33
To be grown and jaded
26 years of disillusionment
My daddy quit his wife and kids relationship
Time passed, with a father absent
Now I'm 33
Childless
No fucks given
Cause what a time to live in
Distractions, technology and sin
Instant worship or judgement
Like culture is toxic
Makes me an anti-social prick
Criticized by sycophantic hypocrites
Obsessed with their fame and status
Trolls are facetious
Life is a TV show
If I act foolish
Get cancelled quick
People are full of bullshit
Yeah people are full of bullshit
Black skin got me hated
I ain't got time to stumble
Behind cold metal bars
Jailbird negros remain troubled
No fucks given
By vindictive judges
Now if I look suspicious
I could get killed or locked in prison
Currently at 33
Stay home work on my mission
Until I earn mass attention
Noisy sirens blare persistent
Boys in blues, gangbangers too
I don't fucks with em'
Mommy taught me stay resilient
From ignorance, apathy, nonsense
The streets are nothing but bullshit
Stoned elation
White smoke I puff
Liberally my love and I
Smoke cannabus
No fucks given
Our bedroom reeks of pot and potpourri
High but i the need more cbd, thc
Because I'm an addict at 33
In a state of arrested development
Slow to grow my skillset
Still ain't good enough yet
Tough decisions stick
Make a few sacrifices
Burn some bridges
I best keep in touch with loved ones
Before the end
Try to make amends
Still procrastinating
I'm so full of bullshit
26 years of disillusionment
My daddy quit his wife and kids relationship
Time passed, with a father absent
Now I'm 33
Childless
No fucks given
Cause what a time to live in
Distractions, technology and sin
Instant worship or judgement
Like culture is toxic
Makes me an anti-social prick
Criticized by sycophantic hypocrites
Obsessed with their fame and status
Trolls are facetious
Life is a TV show
If I act foolish
Get cancelled quick
People are full of bullshit
Yeah people are full of bullshit
Black skin got me hated
I ain't got time to stumble
Behind cold metal bars
Jailbird negros remain troubled
No fucks given
By vindictive judges
Now if I look suspicious
I could get killed or locked in prison
Currently at 33
Stay home work on my mission
Until I earn mass attention
Noisy sirens blare persistent
Boys in blues, gangbangers too
I don't fucks with em'
Mommy taught me stay resilient
From ignorance, apathy, nonsense
The streets are nothing but bullshit
Stoned elation
White smoke I puff
Liberally my love and I
Smoke cannabus
No fucks given
Our bedroom reeks of pot and potpourri
High but i the need more cbd, thc
Because I'm an addict at 33
In a state of arrested development
Slow to grow my skillset
Still ain't good enough yet
Tough decisions stick
Make a few sacrifices
Burn some bridges
I best keep in touch with loved ones
Before the end
Try to make amends
Still procrastinating
I'm so full of bullshit
Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Weeks
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