Bittersweet versuri

Bittersweet lyrics by Drippy Drew, Drip Label

Verse 1:I’m directionless a gps without a route, still feel empty when I thought I had it all figured out, always lose a pessimist just always know I have my doubts, honestly surprised that I never tried to tap out, but hey thats not what anything should be about, just like how people doing anything for clout, shit be like a drug like what is the amount, never got the hype around them artificial clouds, don’t care bout nothing as long you got your jule, can’t live without it fucking taking hits at school, don’t give into peer pressure cause that shit be hella cruel, I guess thats why I’m a loser causе y’all think that shit cool, no I never get invitеd never hanging by the pool. if I ever was still invisible like stools, fake people tryna make me look a fool, thats always why I gotta keep a dual, persona but im not talking 5, feeling like a cat the way I got 9 lives, but nonetheless can’t get no positive vibes, these bitches go to new lengths to try and deprive, me against the world they don’t wanna see me thrive, feeling like im kendrick they wanna bury me alive, they say life is a highway when I don’t even drive, allergic to the lames think I start seeing hives, see in this world you either take work or make work, some people take just so they can get more percs, I took cause fuck being a clerk, fucking doing music and chilling up in turks, not doing shit give me a irk, like I’m wasting time so I’d rather go berserk, to keep you fucking broke they say overwork, well fuck burnout immunity my quirk Verse 2: flagged for being different and that shit was so lame, just less distractions that I gotta deal with in the frame, now I’m locked in getting motion in the game, they peaked in highschool while they watch what I’ve became, and I got their bitches you can bet they gave me brain, cause they know I’m popping like the beatles in 68, I’m a fucking big dog talking a great dane, the king of rap is vacant so I’m on my way to claim, cause all these rappers old like they all at least be thirty, need someone ahead of par I’m talking like a birdie, young and consistent like a prime stephen curry, irrelevant to known like I’m fucking Brock Purdy, even when I’m old I know I’ll still be worthy, cause they gonna copy me like they fucking Kirby, staying in the club but I hate Jersey, got the whole fucking game begging me for mercy, but we dancing on its grave bitch we getting sturdy, in Miami with those hoes you know they get dirty, she just wanna suck it up like its a mcflurry, racing all these fucking cars like its pinewood derby, who is Drew gonna be tonight thats the question, cause you already know that I filled my pension, chilling at the park but I don’t work there not no benson, catch me know I’m rolling joints longer than your extension, not even my best form there won’t be regression, getting mad supporters but not in a election, on the court stuffing fuckers get rejected, cause I’m at least 6 foot think I forgot to mention, fucking locked in cause there ain’t any redemption, can’t be doing stupid shit get me in detention, cause the game is cut throat you gotta keep attention, like I’m steve jobs I just gotta keep inventing