Lyrics:
under all those lights
Making love in single beds, you always left by dawn
Climbing on the Greyhound bus where you would be alone
Singing in
inches, I see the big picture
If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
inches, I see the big picture
If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
fun
New York City just for fun
Get your kicks just one by one
In New York City every way
Ben Dova: in New York City night and day
All: Live is more then
a bus that never shows
You just start walkin' on
They say that if it's right, you know
Each bar plays our song
Nothing has ever felt so wrong
Oh
this is...
This is not another, ghetto song
Is this not another ghetto song?
This is not another ghetto song
Is this not another ghetto song?
Is this
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
rapture
Hawkers follow suit by calling customers faster
As for me
Yes, I'm writing a chapter
Of poetry lurking around the city of fractures
The bus stops
as a sun city son showing who I am by doing what I love
Can you feel me
Sun City got me feeling bold gotta tell my story before I hit the road
Wanna give
sleeps with a piece of his coat
Oh, I love Alan Jackson
'Cause of them songs he wrote
Well, I went backstage at his concert
I got on his bus somehow
Love it when it's you and me singing songs on the road
No matter where I am, with you I'm never alone
But when I'm in your arms I never look at the phone
stupid, in school they wouldn't let em ride the long bus
I will not acknowledge diss songs if your raps weak
Your record just mean you be getting caught,
take you
Love your city til you can't just don't let em' cage you
God that's another bag look at what we been through
Crying on that one verse
Look
just love to mimic, they ain't in it, what they put in song
Focus on the past, they only judge you by your fuckin' cons
I just need some weed and I be
make the bags disappear like hocus pocus
Yeah, I was tempted to put that lean inside my soda
Yeah, recorded a song before I tried to go and pour up
plenty dreams
That's full of hope, but got empty jeans
Go get it by any means necessary
Trying to be legendary in a city with no love
Cold as February
I'm
not in a hurry, I’m gonna make it slowly
I pray for my city, and homie when you hear this song
Open up your heart and be sure that you love Zastron
I
and shove it up your ass
Followed by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin' side
Who got bodied?
Nigga, you
city bus.
Never take five, 'cause, yo, when you rest, you rust.
Be advised, that I pack heat for beef.
I'm knockin' brothers out the box, and knockin'
terminal. He did the most folksy New England thing. He goes, taking the bus, are ya. My response was equally folksy. New England. It was. Yeah. I love that.
Big bank roll in the bank now
Sliding through the city ain’t no safe routes
I used to feel the love I feel the hate now
Fuck a fake nigga money keep
theres a weed odor
Last time i told you im not going to buy your gold
Got people in this city its windy when its cold
Lots of love sure enough fucck it
to bro but you just had to act up
Drumming through yo city with a tour bus full of backup
I see you flexing numbers but I don't think that it adds up
I
wanted was a father to give him some love
Tell him that he love him, that he need him
Promise he won't ever leave him
Never smoke crack, never lie,
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