You're Wrong
• Written by PHVNTXM
PHVNTXM's Notes
I wrote this, because one fuckboy dealer ruined all of my friends' lives, and maybe if I put how I felt into a song they could bang, they'd get the message, since they won't listen to what I tell them face to face.
Can't hold a job, can't keep a wage,
yet you steady run around acting like you're paid
Off of stacks that you make exploiting young teenage
Kids who don't know better they just do what you say
Because you seem so cool, when really, you're a fake
You slang dope to the youngins' like it's okay
You need a quick check, lead straight to the face,
and you can put me on sight, I've got munition for days
You pussy punk ass faggot, just don't get sprayed.
Even the black folk think that you're a disgrace.
You think you'll secure a better future off of flipping that base?
The feds are already tracking you, man, so don't even play.
You can change this stupid shit before it ends up too late.
I know you're breaking bread off of it, but bread doesn't stay.
The "fam" you think you have around you, man I swear that they flake
So just wait, and see who visits you in extended stay.
And to all the little kids who they they're thuggin or something,
Remember high school you emo fucks, when we all were nothing?
We stuck together, we were all that we had,
But now you traitors found dope, and now you're fiending so bad
You can't even wake up without a line of the grand
I suggest you all take a break and look at yourselves,
You're nothing like you were, how you can be proud of yourself,
Is beyond me, all the shit you do is a waste.
Kids are bout to die 'cause all that thuggin shit that you play.
You selfish pricks, once you all were so important to me.
Now when I see you it's insulting when you're looking my way.
All of my friends are different people, yet I still try to cling
To this retarded hope that everyone will realize these words that I sing
Are more important than the powder that they drug dealer brings,
Because the city that I love is circus status, three rings.
Coke ring, Boy ring, trippy ring, yall living,
In a drug metropolis, you'll die before you think.
If you would realize, that in this life, you're falling apart,
Maybe you'd understand that blow and yo licked off debit cards,
ain't worth the suffering you bring to friends and family's hearts.
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PHVNTXM
Member since March 30 2014