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and a restless mind
We're gonna raise some hell, leave it all behind

From the backwoods to the city lights
We're gonna live it up, make it right
With a rebel

burried in a cattle ranch
He want it next day
Jake done him Amazon
Thought that you could have it out
You ain't even have a chance

My bruddas make it hot

the sky
Neon lights are blinding, as I walk on by
Faces all around, but I'm feeling so alone
Hoping for a sign, a way to find my own (ooh-yeah)

Parallel

-Verse 1-
You see these lights
You see these cameras
I feel pressure mounting by myself standing
This is what I wanted ever since I was a kid
Back in

Satanic undiplomatic
Rich only bitch aristocratic
Romance in the air for my lover
Then in the sheets undercover
Meet me in the city of Culver
I'll love you

gone by any means
Hit the lights and change the lanes im swerving trying to catch the brinks
Shady breez do his damn thang known for bleeding stincs

Yeah
MTNMN
Let's go
Never settle till its after seven
And the headache comes and we miss our beds and
The light comes in I think Ethans dead and
I

City lights, you look so supernatural
Flying trough the lights, you look so supernatural
Blows me up like inner demons, you look so supernatural
Could

a bitch
I got me a bag now they all wanna diss 

S/O to my city you know that we lit 
Down by that water I'm straight out the bricks 
RIP Camouflage he was

comfort
Thank you for the times you made me humble
I thought this was the end until I saw the light was shining towards the night
We look around and see

Step by step 
Its getting closer 
My escape into the world beyond these walls 
The door inches open 
My chance to be free 
Flee this city of putrid

stamped
If you fall don't look for no arms or extended hands
In my city independent rappers don't get the same chance
Ain’t no grammy’s and plaques

discriminate
In this holographic prism prison
My life behind these bars
At a rave getting sentenced, for spitting gangster sentences
Only light show I see is in

deep, but I miss my crew in Bat City
Too far away in West Philly
And I need to come home
I need some healing, not gonna lie
I need some saving, but not

a flirt and a mack but
Only cause the city that I’m in
Is rotten to the core for the bachelors
And my daddy had a way with the drip
Otherwise I do not chat

the chance to breathe
Having to listen to these whack emcees
Please
I'll inhale raw carbon if
The fate of music is only about marketship
Marketing is only

a number .9
And a baked potato, ain't no fries
But I still keep it on my side
When the hammer drop, I be sheddin' light
See me he be goin' in the inner city

Thursday in the city
My girl looks oh so pretty
She’s gone all out, no doubt about
Long boots, all style is out
There’s no-one else could look

drop it in a day or two 
We aren’t different I’m just a better set of molecules 

The frequencies I’m giving enough to light a city up 
And frequently

the beast
He's surrounded with every obstacle conceived
The radio is dead, the city is besieged
His chances of survival are slim
Tear them limb from limb

never were
By morning light, it's tempting to mistake
The sun for a stage light, posed and fake
My waking life for a nightmare I can prove
My room for

no pictures is taken
And I know I'm the one
Cuz I stay out the mix but somehow I'm still hated by many
And I know that these bitches just hungry for

would
Heatwaves flowed through streets of the city
Birds sent warm greetings to the approaching May
But thick layer of ice crust climbed up the spine

the gist

"You better rush out hurrying
Down, up, and out scurrying
On the tones of The Backpacker Blues"

Well, I got to the nearest light rail
Hoping