LYRICS TO 'Pissed Off' written by Pimp Tea produced by Nevski


Not too long ago,
I was a stranger,
To the anger,
That now flows,
Thicker than a maestro
With an oversize ego.
With every blow
I'd just let it go,
but no longer can I hide,
this anger inside,
Time to open the bottle,
Throw emotions full throttle,
Do you get the gist,
Of this vocalist?
I'm pissed,
At life's unfair twist.
And I miss,
My boo's kiss,
So what the fuck,
Is up with this,
Feels like pollutants,
To an environmentalist.
Feels like pollutants,
To an environmentalist.

chorus 4x:
I'm pissed off,
Aint' nuthin' goin' my way,
So get lost,
Before I ruin your day!

Without your intervention,
I plan to mention,
A streak eight months long,
A streak where everything done gone wrong.

And in the face,
Of such a long distance,
It took much persistence
Not to erase,
Something so great,
We have survived,
But, we've been denied,
Many a good time,
No fun
in the summer sun,
But what hurts the most,
Is that I turn to a ghost
Without you by my side,
Pure frustration I can't deny.

chorus 4x

Then there was the chain I was lent,
Only days before the car accident
With Amro as the driver,
Happy to be a survivor
As we crossed the highway divider,
Barely missing the telephone pole,
Good thing I did not take hold,
Of the window,
Cause it shattered into
A thousand pieces,
Had me praying to Jesus
Thankful to be alive,
Thankful everyone survived.

chorus 4x

Returned to work for 9 weeks,
for the federal government,
In those 9 weeks,
Couldn't hardly pay the rent,
Because me they didn't pay,
for 56 days.
They're incompetence,
Made me repent,
The day that I signed,
On the dotted line,
To move a thousand clicks,
Only to get sick,
Miss my chick,
And for them not to give a shit,
That I got off my back,
and came back,
to honour as best I could, my contract,
Only to see the pay office slack,
And ignore my financial lack,
Another poor soul slipping through the crack,
What the fuck is up with that!


chorus 4x

The latest blow,
Is that some chum stole,
The change from my car,
After breaking through an ajar,
Window,
And kin folk,
Never worried about such,
Cause they'd never seen my bad luck,
But after careful consideration,
Discovered that this generation
Drinketh from a dirty cup,
And its left us really messed up.

In Ottawa,
If you're the one who saw,
My car,
And pushed the window ajar,
Parked in Sandy Hill,
I hope you got your thrill,
Cause you did instill,
In me all this hate.
Trademark be the NB license plate,

2x:
That was my money,
My possessions,
my dough,
Best be believing that'
By thiefin' it,
You're hurtin' my honey,
my profession,
And my flow.
And that yo,
Is just damned low!

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