Misfunction from 25 by Plonka

[Intro: Plonka]

Ah Sh*t I might've forgot to introduce myself
Dude I'm that fool jumping out of the whip
With a tall can of black and a spliff in my
Vacation swag missing kicks

[Verse 1: Plonka]

Leaving hochelaga weather minus 24
Steering down to Key West in a '97 Golf
Whip warming up, slowly peeling layers off as we
Speeding past a retard reving up a rental Porsche
Got our priorities straight, and a dollar never first
Burning burgers over fire jumping over piles of dirt
Dirty Hammock in the forest floating over cloud of herbs
White skinny motherf*ckers trippin' all around the world
Since I'm 7 years of age I know I won't make it to heaven
Suicidal state of mind, still alive, guess I made it,
That ironic sense of life, to feel alive you gotta risk it
Bet the Reaper about to cry with all the tries he nearly misses
Had my mamma telling me stay separated from the sinners
Somehow something super simple sounded so sophisticated
Rainy sunday morning masses eyeing asses instead of praying
And my soul down in that puddle, ain't no doubt it was Satan

[Hook: Plonka]

Got the clock tic-tocin' couple dark pits barking
Chose the coldest option homie no discussion
Rolled it up then sparked it sharpen up my fortune
Now got both eyes boiling homie no misfunction
Got the clock tic-tocin' couple dark pits barking
Chose the coldest option homie no discussion
Rolled it up then sparked it sharpen up my fortune
Now got both eyes boiling homie no misfunction

[Verse 2: Plonka]

Homies hungry for the money, be patient what I told them
About to cop a couple kilos save it for something important
Dreams of stacking hundred thousand send it to my fam in Poland
I don't know.. I just feel like I owe them
Grand daddy bombing tanks kidnapping Nazis out their camps
Called it Polish self-defense, couple bullets hit the man
Still showed them who the boss is writing poems in the process
Told me never lose focus, blink and you're hopeless
Leg amputated before he turned 25
First f*cking thing he did, sidecar'd the motorbike
We was born to be wild, so we're riding 'till we die
Wise minded outlaws screaming motherf*ck the law
And now we're on this rap sh*t middle finger to the labels
They don't care about the music only seek cheap labor
Late night bass bumping pissing b*tch neighbors off
Working harder than them Bangladesh ship breakers are

[Hook: Plonka]

Got the clock tic-tocin' couple dark pits barking
Chose the coldest option homie no discussion
Rolled it up then sparked it sharpen up my fortune
Now got both eyes boiling homie no misfunction
Got the clock tic-tocin' couple dark pits barking
Chose the coldest option homie no discussion
Rolled it up then sparked it sharpen up my fortune
Now got both eyes boiling homie no misfunction

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Montréal
• dark rap
• hip hop
• montreal qc
• rap
• Montreal