#sippin tea in yo hood

[leloest]

[iknwnofillers]

Luffy: I'm gonna punch it

Zoro: don't know who but aim for the head

Sanji: if it's an animal bring it back alive, we're short on supplies

Usopp: what are you gonna do exactly

Luffy: I'm gonna punch the world government

Robin putting on shades and blasts sippin tea in yo hood: break a leg luffy

Usopp:

[tyrenopanz]

More ranting.  I’ve been trying to figure out how I’m the bad kid in the family during all the family gatherings. Especially considering I have one coming up.  Me: holds down jobs longer than a year, for the most part debt free, treats everyone decently at least tries too, doesn’t do drugs, never been arrested, never abused any one, owns multiple cars all of which are my own, trying to buy a house, have no kids out of wedlock.  Cousin(s): can’t hold down jobs period, thousands of dollars in debt, treats select people with respect and who they feel unworthy like trash, a couple of them have been in rehab for heavy drug use and drinking, been arrested for a ton of stuff (domestic abuse, drugs, etc etc.), their parents own their cars, they all can’t keep a place either, and definitely have kids out of wedlock. OH WAIT I’M THE BAD ONE BECAUSE I DIDN’T GO TO COLLEGE AND I’M DOING NOTHING WITH MY LIFE. KKKKKKKKKKKK

[vukissa228]

Lil Uzi Vert ft. XXXTentacion

[ask-arshapi-the-fox]

BITCH IM SIPPIN TEA IN YO HOOD WHAT THE FUCK IS UP YOU BUTTERCUP //QUESS WHO.

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[infamousfoxtyrant]

“I hate this time of day,” Michael said.

The orange sun peeked from behind the empty hills and found two sets of furrowed brows. On the driver seat, Michael lowered the sun visor, and his frown dissolved. On the passenger seat, his son did the same, and his frown didn’t move. Kevin’s eyes were lost beyond the hills, his arms crossed, his hands fiddling with the cord of the headphones.

The orange hangover sun was flooding the dashboard. The hills came and went lazily on the horizon. They said hi and goodbye and kept going, slowly, on an infinite dance up and down, like sound waves.

Michael sipped from a large coffee to go and pushed the oversized cup back into the small cup holder, struggling to make it fit.

“The sunrise, I mean,” he tried again.

There was no response from the passenger seat.

Kevin kept his eyes on the hills. The car was silent except for the droning of the wheels. Michael prayed for the radio to come back to life. He should have fixed it months ago but he never really listened to the radio. He enjoyed having the silence as his passenger. There had been enough opportunities to get the radio fixed, but they had come and gone, and it was still broken. Now he realized this had been a mistake.

He pushed the buttons on the radio, hoping it would magically start playing a song or the news. God, he hated the radio news, but even that would be better than this silence, better than the hum of the tires on the road, singing the most tedious song in the history of humanity. White noise, static from the dead radio. The screaming sound of having nothing to say.

“Why?” Kevin asked.

“What’s that?”

Kevin sighed. “Why do you hate the sunrise?”

“Oh,” Michael gathered his thoughts and answered. “Bad memories.”

The humming kept strong, the blaring of nothingness. He could hear the granularity of the asphalt in the sound, feel the silence vibrating in his chest.

“From when I was just a bit older than you are,” he said. “I used to go out. To parties, that is. In my twenties. And get drunk.”

A new patch of asphalt came in the distance and found the wheels with a different texture of sound, as bland as the one before.

“The time to end a fun night is before sunrise,” Michael said. “If you started drinking the night before and you’re still drinking the next morning, you’re doing it wrong. When the hot sun touches your face in the morning, it’s like you’re getting licked by a dog that’s just licked itself. It’s warm and disgusting. You feel like trash. You’re thirsty, and you’re hungry, and you just want to go to bed and sleep in your clothes, which are all sticky from people bumping on you all night and spilling beer.”

He sipped the coffee while the hills came and went. Hi, they said over the static of the silent radio. Then, goodbye. And the dull humming proceeded.

“God, getting drunk sucks.”

“Michael, that’s lame.” Kevin’s frown was directed at his father now. The furrowed brows were the same Michael could see on his bathroom mirror every morning.

“What?”

“This little rant of yours is a lame attempt at keeping me away from drinking,” Kevin said.

“Wha- No! Not at all.”

“Right.” A smirk and back to the frown.

The drab droning kept unaltered except for the changes of the asphalt. A different shade of white noise here and there, a new radio station playing a new song, as monotonous and hypnotic as the one before.

“I mean, you shouldn’t drink,” Michael said. “Well, you can. You’re going to college. God knows you will. I’m just saying, don’t drink too much. It’s bad. At least in my experience.”

Kevin’s eyes were on the horizon again, riding the empty sound waves of the traveling hills. Hi. Goodbye. Up and down.

Michael took another sip from the coffee, another struggle to make the cup fit.

“Well, do you even drink?”

“I’m seventeen,” Kevin said.

“Seventeen. Right.”

Kevin raised the sun visor. The sun had already thanked the hills for letting it crash on their couch and was now on its journey through the vivid blue sky. Michael raised his sun visor as well.

“And what about that old friend of yours? Do you go out with him?”

“I don’t go out. I spend most of my free time on the computer.”

[liozkoreh]

i'm sippin' tea in yo' hood ☕️

[iamthegawdofsteel]

I’m sippin tea in yo hood, wtf is up you buttercup?

[hardwired-to-selfdestruct]

Bitch I'm sippin tea in yo hood

[enchantechante]

BITXH I'M SIPPIN TEA 🍵🍵🍵

IN YO HOOD

WTF IS UP💅🏾💅🏾💅🏾

[flowerchoked-a]

“ BITCH I’M SIPPIN TEA IN YO HOOD WHAT THE FUCK IS UP “

[swamp-communism]

BITCH I’M SIPPIN TEA,

IN YO HOOD,

WHAT THE FUCK IS UP,

[cyanideandflowers]

Bitch I’m sippin tea in yo hood, what the fuck is up 👹🔪 https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxz9YeOhcpI/?igshid=17f6l6o2pkz3n

[hcncrbound-blog]

❝Bitch, I'm sippin’ tea in yo hood what the fuck is up?❞

[young-khris]

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