9th and C
Title | 9th and C |
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Artist | Drrty Pharms |
Album | City Of Sickness |
Release Date | 2018-08-21 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | Young drrty pharms prolly fucking your girl She said she loves me, ain't no love in this world The way that I fuck, she can tell I've been hurt All these kids dodge me, they know that I'm dirt [?] crocodile, [?] cost of my shirt Old friends hit me up just to call me a jerk Like "don't take this personal but you're the worst" Chase girls like R Kelly, you know ima flirt All of the filth in the streets, I'm immersed, why these kids curse Sub in the bedroom, throw [?] in my verse Out in the park and I'm huntin these birds Opps want a confession likе I was in church Eat a bitch flesh like [?], I go bersеrk They twistin my words, tryna get me murked I'm smokin this loud, all you bitches some herbs Young [?] so like Tony Child soldiers fight for me like Kony You talk to the opps then you'll get shot like [?] Been lacking in hope since I woke up this morning In highschool, was flipping the hipsters at Bard and shit L in my bookbag, [?] knife in my cardigans Siph in the gardens, post schemes like a charlatan Call it good marketing Girl moving girl, we do bumps out of parliaments College, psychologist put me on Klonopin Dope to the noggin, that shit left me noddin I thought I was hot shit, I thought I was hot shit Last year I was poppin but all my friends talk shit They shit outta pocket, I fell to the bottom I thought I could trust them, yeah I thought they were my friends Slide through this cold world in [?] Kids like adoption, these hoes leave me sobbing Opps wanna lock me like Rowdy and Bobby I hope on the track, make it hot like wasabi These hoes hate my guts but they lovin my body They need me to feed em like they tamagotchi I'm rolling dolo, no posse, the beta boys dropped me They hung me out to dry, like I'm Bin Laden You might also likeLeft me downtrodden, [?] rags to riches I started with sitters, bar mitzvahs but fell to the bottom Kicked out if college, I always had problems Always had bitches, last one was a model Got so much ass that New York felt like Sodom But now they don’t puck up when I call em [?] hit me up when I’m balling If that ever happen, I like to imagine Let all this time passing, don’t mean no more That I’m not just gassin, I’m sticking to rappin I’m giving up, speeding [?] [?] attraction, that shit, it make me lose hope Nothings ever lasting, I just need weed to smoke I just need girls who are beautiful Need to stop acting to pitiful Need to pick myself up from the fucking floor College, psychologist put me on Klonopin Dope to the noggin, that shit left me noddin I thought I was hot shit, I thought I was hot shit Last year I was poppin but all my friends talk shit They shit outta pocket, I fell to the bottom I thought I could trust them, yeah I thought they were my friends Yeah I thought they were my friends There ain’t no friends in this city City if sickness, addiction, struggle Everyone will stab you in the back Everyone |