MUMBLR - PHILADELPHIA | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• MUMBLR
• PHILADELPHIA

In the Hills of Philadelphia, I feel asleep and they woke up, with DVD's they're selling yah, just gave a stranger my last dollar

Wait for an hour and I'll be right back with that sour D, I got played in Philadelphia

In Philadelphia, i drank upon the wicked cup, well he threw down but I threw up, and I don't care and I'm not sorry

Wait for an hour and I'll be right back with that sour D, I got played in Philadelphia

In Philadelphia, where Irish guys will yell at yah, and old black guys will yell at yah, and chinamen hate everybody

Wait for an hour and I'll be right back with that sour D, I got played in Philadelphia
It's hard to be black in the squalor where it's hard to stand on the bottom of the water.
But me I will stay in Philadelphia

I slipped the Muslim cash through 6 inch thick security glass
we grabbed our bag of snacks and got high under the overpass and
we climbed the wooden stairs and made pretend they weren't there
underneath his hidden stare, where everyone hates everbody