Lyrics:
York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
But I'm down by law,
makin' music why you hate
I really love you
But we havent spoken in a couple days
Smokin' mari jane
Just to cure the pain
Uh, I cant feel my face
But I
hoes tryna fuck on Three I hopped out drip plain jane bezel
Yo bitch ride that shit she drive that shit by herself I nicknamed her Tesla
I make music for
would use tech to hunt whales. Sounds like a train or motorcycle the older sounds, the new sounds are made by male whales only. innovative male. waves
His landscape has been scorned with death
Once a city now laid to ash
A decaying father has left his bastard son
With addictions by his side
Chased
my religion
Do this for my team every hour every minute
I got what she need you know I'm still her addiction
This is the world that we live in, kill
Jane
Staying clear of Cains, I'm a stable Abel
Impenetrable, plenty space at my table
I'm a sign a big label, Lamborghinis in my stable
My life is
a little hard to find
Fallin' back to artificial rolled meditation
Worried 'bout rolling paper ruined by condensation
This ain't no helium high, these
Mixing the lean with the perkies
Mary Jane had me gasping was breathless
Got a bag then I flipped it and turnt it
Remember times when the grind
Everything looks purple from here if we look down
I'm always embodied by the underground
What got me this high in the first place was you
You
Yeah,
Cain
I'ma blow your mind this time, Mary Jane
I'm just a young black man, criminalized for possession
I aint never been possessive, I can't own what
addiction
Sought to break out of that prison
Now I'm focused, good nutrition
Mary Jane my new prescription
Paper planes got you disappearing
Paper planes got
soul remains unfulfilled
So I keep going harder at it
You could say I'm stupid
But really it's just an addiction
Being this abusive to self
And I cannot
and I'm low on money
This addiction running it's toll on me
I wish I could quit, but it's not that easy
I've tasted failure, I've slept at it's door
It
who won
City's consumed by cold cases
Neighborhood paintings of faces (Dreams too)
Never forgotten (Long live)
World's rotten
Bullet holes blood stains
the top, yeah Felicia went that low
All on that coochie, we eating it Harry
Givin' back shots, can't dodge, can't parry
Marry your Jane, gotta ask her
shots, I get stuck like I'm in chains
Thinking heavily on my mistake, I'm feelin' stuck again
I ain't really about that life, people draggin' by my head
'cause I'm blinded by the Son
Okay, bred from the 6, I'm Jordan with the brand, son
Hail from the L.I., 3-1 after 6, son
Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody
clothes are bought and people meet
Each city has a place that's quite the same
Even though it might go by a different name
Delancey Street
Delancey
Oh Mary Jane
She step on a train
Head for the city lights
Yearning inside
To swim with the tide
And taste it, alright
Bag on her shoulder
OG pulled up on the scene in a wig
When you running from the Feds, you can't be seen by the pigs
Y'all don't know all the things I seen and I did
to match this heart of darkness
And I'm still surrounded by your presence
Always been a constant
Bet my friends are worried they gon find me strung up in
and the hollows, where dreams have been misplaced
A world overshadowed by drug problems, leaving hearts disgraced
Oh, West Virginia, hear our plea. We need to break
diamond ring, infinity
Scram in the city, where the shots drop, till my voice fade away
Side to your neck, like home, what you say
On the beats, my
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