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the philharmonik - drugs (live at npr's tiny desk) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
approaching the first of the month
i don’t think i have enough
to even afford my rent
i’m losing my will to live
once i hit age 26
i’m off of my mom’s coverage
when she said get a real job
i probably should’ve listened
finances taking a hit
i should go back college
rack up 6 figures in debt
for a job i might not even get
what’s even the point of degrees
if imma end up on the street
or working for mickey ds
that’s that bullsh_t i don’t need

[pre_chorus]
now, the other option on my mind
is not one that i’d usually try
but for the first time in my life
i think i might sell drugs

[chorus]
(la la)
(la la)
(la la la la la la)
(la la)
(la la)
(la la la la la la)
[verse 2]
school never mattered
but i’m really needing that fafsa
i better hope the money stacks up
or my landlord will tell me to pack up
it’s true that n0body give a f_ck
unless it results in their surplus
that make you wanna sell po up
or make you grow old without growing up
at least if job market seems to fail
i’d k!ll in black market retail
at least then the bread would never stale
stunt on the people that never cared
and put grub on our platters
but instead i became a rapper
in my 20s, so i could have some fun
but now, i only be lackin funds

[pre_chorus]
so, now regret is on my mind
with things i probably shouldn’t try
’cause for the first time in my life
i think i might sell drugs

[chorus]
(la la)
(la la) y’all got it
(la la la la la la) might sell drugs
(la la)
(la la) for the first time in my life i think i might sell drugs
(la la la la la la)
let’s do this one more time
(la la)
(la la) y’all can sing along, too
(la la la la la la) might sell drugs
(la la)
(la la) for the first time in my life
for the first time in my life
for the thirtieth time in my life, i might sell drugs
[verse 3]
the honest truth about adulthood
that it’s full of empty promises
i guess if you look at the positives
you’ll figure out everyone’s winging it
my high school reunion is coming up
i’m mad i don’t even have time to stunt
on the people that didn’t believe in me
that day is coming i swear you’ll see
none of it matters the more you know
most of us coming from broken homes
been through traumas that you wouldn’t know
the things that you think when your really broke
that’s the reason i don’t villainize
people committing nonviolent crimes
so they can afford to live their life
and sleep under roofs on stormy nights

[outro]
(ooh ooh ooh)
who are you to judge? (ooh ooh ooh)
(ooh ooh ooh)
who are you to judge? (ooh ooh ooh)
(ooh ooh ooh)
who are you to judge? (ooh ooh ooh)
(ooh ooh ooh)
who are you to judge?

- the philharmonik

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