pops tired

Lyrics for pops tired

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