Pod de Abacaxi

This pineapple pod is bullshit, you know it, bitch
If I don't have a rolling paper, I'll roll it in a Bible leaf
I never understood what’s up with this God who leaves people hungry
I realized I was young but I don't care about my life anymore

And I know, it’s gonna be tough to find a job
They don’t hang with me 'cause they’re scared
I’m a junkie, fucked up, gonna die young
I don’t give a damn who shows up at my funeral

I want all that cash, damn, it’s mine
My mom’s gonna wonder, why did your brother die?
Hope she doesn’t cry, the world fucked me over
If there’s a heaven, too bad for God

I never liked your God
She calls me God
And fuck it, I’m the one who’s God
I call myself your God (yeah)

And I know, it’s gonna be tough to find a job
They don’t hang with me 'cause they’re scared
I’m a junkie, fucked up, gonna die young
I don’t give a damn who shows up at my funeral

I want all that cash, damn, it’s mine
My mom’s gonna wonder, why did your brother die?
Hope she doesn’t cry, the world fucked me over
If there’s a heaven, too bad for God