Lyrics:
on my sleeve
Left me in these streets
It broke me when I let you leave
Suffocating in an empty Room
Gasping for air in an open tomb
Enter the room and I
The sidewalks are as lonely as this empty café
My cigarette burns out in this crowded ashtray
My coffee's as cold as this heart in my chest
It was
dog
Pictures of loved ones
Fade on the fridge
Some caught emphysema
But the others caught rich
The girls out on Grace street tell time by the moon
lost confidence
Up in the streets and the bricks always
95 Zoo, Zulu Kings all days
Hustlers flow
Crushed the gold
Sick like FUSIK
I need custom homes
can't be figured out by no doctor
Got me then I got ya
Ain't no stopping right now cuz I'm focused on trying to go farther
Gotta make it out of these cold
back when it's empty
So in the morning when I open up my eyes
I'll still be haunted by the roaring whirr of those cold industrial street lights
Don't you
and I debating
The portal that would lead us beneath the street was covered by metal grating
But there's no need to worry
We've got everything we need
We
of Main Street
Sign says "no vacancy", but it's abandoned
Full of promises we couldn't keep
Empty windows, it's half past three
Summer heat and shadows
loved by
My beautiful princess.
Unreachable seem, those
Colourful kisses.
Walking down the street,
not rising my eyes up,
So nobody could see,
How I
In the early mornings I wake up,
Still seeing the stains of your makeup.
Without you the bed feels empty.
Who’d have thought that this is where we’d
You want it, you've got it
It's all yours, the American dream
One by one and two by two
We all step out into the human zoo
Three by three and four
the American dream
It's in the air, it's in the street
Just one hit, your image complete
I know 'cause I've already been there
An empty pocket and an empty head
"How's it goin', neighbor?"
Why did he have to build a house on that empty lot
With tall oaks and pines and sequoias there?
Year after year, the grass
Yea,
Yea street life
Gutter shit
Soldier life nigga
Get it right
New York City
Where I'm from
Live are Die
Marcy
Do what you do
Check it out now
Yo
got
Will You fill me up and make me whole, yeah
I see him sitting by the side
Of the building near the street sign
He's got a sign saying, "I will work
All heat like wall street ya stock crashin'
Now the fed wanna read his rights
Lord have mercy Jesus Christ I got passion
I'm blackin' all my niggas
street light
Can somebody take me home?
I hope that we had left
What we wrapped around your ring
That river used to roll on by
When I watched it
Same old bedroom floor
Some old empty sheets
I hate this haunted bed
So down here is where I sleep
I tried to find a place
To hide what you
apartment
Half-empty Hennessy bottles and condoms on the carpet
Half a bag of cocaine on the counter by my Smith & Wesson
Misdirected I gripped the weapon
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
she knows
Think you'd know by now
It doesn't feel the same this time around
Take a walk down your old street
And try not to forget
You tied
The girls on the streets look all sad in this gold encrusted little town
Why is that? Isn't this the town of dreams?
Yeah, but it comes with a price
street niggaz
And white boys that'll eat niggaz
I don't need a butcher to do my reppin
I get mines with a heat nigga
Pass by the spot wit' yo piece
Smokin'
Real LOX blaze
"We Are the Streets" nigga, y'all know who the best
(C'mon) fuck y'all niggas wanna do what, what?
(Let's go)
Couldn't live the life
.png/220px-Doja_Cat_-_Streets_(Silhouette_Remix).png "Streets")
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