qabriel - Pop Off Lyrics

I need a breather
Something take my mind off the end of it
Call up a preacher
Pray to god He aint finished with
My ass
Teachers used to hate the class clown
Now I'm running 'round town
With a frown on my face
Used to smile to be faking it
Aint nobody knew
Ya boy was barely even making it
A 4 year graduate
Reduced to a drive thru
Would you like some fries with it
Bitch boy
6 Years laters
I still be bored
Taking shit from customers
Like hemroids
Lucky I'm employed
But I be at will
Any moment they can
Destroy
My sanity by letting me go
So every year
Animosity is steady at growth
I might pop off
And let the Boro boy
Swing and knock out
Frustration on a ten
Even zen me wont calm down
I'm hot now
Tryna Woosah
To the other cheek
God know he testing me
Cuz firework fuse
I might pop off
And let the Boro boy
Swing and knock out
Frustration on a ten
Even zen me wont calm down
I'm hot now
Tryna Woosah
To the other cheek
God know he testing me
Cuz firework fuse
I need a second
Mm
Pause break
Moment of silence
For violence 'bout to commit
But the glove doesn't fit
This really not me
I used to smile for no reason
Always laughing and cheesing
'Till I started the rat race
Motivation for beefing
More like jealousy creeping
And leaking negative energy
Sneaking deep into thoughts
Comparing really be enemy
Don't know what has got in to me
Tendency to be stand off
So quick with the back talk
My childhood don't claim me
This feeling is crazy
I'm lashing out cuz I aint me
But this anger just aint me
So now I'm smiling while angry
But if this customer comes up to me
And breathes in the wrong way
Frankly I'll pop off
And let the Boro boy
Swing and knock out
Frustration on a ten
Even zen me wont calm down
I'm hot now
Tryna Woosah
To the other cheek
God know he testing me
Cuz firework fuse
I might pop off
And let the Boro boy
Swing and knock out
Frustration on a ten
Even zen me wont calm down
I'm hot now
Tryna Woosah
To the other cheek
God know he testing me
Cuz firework fuse
I might
I might
I might

I need a breather
Something take my mind off the end of it
Call up a preacher
Pray to god He aint finished with
My ass
Teachers used to hate the class clown
Now I'm running 'round town
With a frown on my face
Used to smile to be faking it
Aint nobody knew
Ya boy was barely even making it
A 4 year graduate
Reduced to a drive thru
Would you like some fries with it
Bitch boy
6 Years laters
I still be bored
Taking shit from customers
Like hemroids
Lucky I'm employed
But I be at will
Any moment they can
Destroy
My sanity by letting me go
So every year
Animosity is steady at growth
I might pop off
And let the Boro boy
Swing and knock out
Frustration on a ten
Even zen me wont calm down
I'm hot now
Tryna Woosah
To the other cheek
God know he testing me
Cuz firework fuse
I might pop off
And let the Boro boy
Swing and knock out
Frustration on a ten
Even zen me wont calm down
I'm hot now
Tryna Woosah
To the other cheek
God know he testing me
Cuz firework fuse
I need a second
Mm
Pause break
Moment of silence
For violence 'bout to commit
But the glove doesn't fit
This really not me
I used to smile for no reason
Always laughing and cheesing
'Till I started the rat race
Motivation for beefing
More like jealousy creeping
And leaking negative energy
Sneaking deep into thoughts
Comparing really be enemy
Don't know what has got in to me
Tendency to be stand off
So quick with the back talk
My childhood don't claim me
This feeling is crazy
I'm lashing out cuz I aint me
But this anger just aint me
So now I'm smiling while angry
But if this customer comes up to me
And breathes in the wrong way
Frankly I'll pop off
And let the Boro boy
Swing and knock out
Frustration on a ten
Even zen me wont calm down
I'm hot now
Tryna Woosah
To the other cheek
God know he testing me
Cuz firework fuse
I might pop off
And let the Boro boy
Swing and knock out
Frustration on a ten
Even zen me wont calm down
I'm hot now
Tryna Woosah
To the other cheek
God know he testing me
Cuz firework fuse
I might
I might
I might