T.R.M.B - S.O.S Lyrics

But I be long gone
Chilling in a pond, eating fois gras
Laughing at my problems, saying haha
Imma son this shit called life I'm it's papa
Let me pop off yuh

Peter Popoff robbing men for hope but he got caught
Red handed he left stranded the young bandit
Ain't that much different from dumb mans shit
When it comes to bands these niggas just run hands It's
Getting more common than rape on Japan transit
Seems like we're devolving into an ape man
Feels like we're inside of the grip of Satan
Fiend for Supreme and the Bape man
They rolling up the weed getting baked like a cake pan
I hate to say it, but I hate man
We faker than all of the Kardashians
They bitches getting greedier like la chienne
What happened to the media we bashing
No passion just clashing
Niggas lashing out
This shit is like a massive drought
Us speakers in charge of the water spout
Grab a mic let it rip and the flows spill out
No x's wonder what the o's spell out
All s's wonder what the world spell out
Clear ears hear clear it's been crying for help
SOS
Feel the world beating inside every single chest
Life is like a game so we playing it like chess
But we got migraines and you bet it come from stress
Yeah the pain is high so it's time that we de-ess
SOS
Life is what you make it imma make my life the best
SOS