Lyrics:
Woke up in the gutter
Face down, like Edgar Allan Poe
Walk by my employer
Like that hippy Hank Thoreau
Tarot Cards, telling my future
I don't have
Yeah, you know the song
1884
Ima pour up with my bros
Pinky up, styrofoam
Sipping slow like Allan Poe
Allan Poe, yeah
Designer my waste
Put 30 your face
the cops like "I
Think that's the guy
Who fucked my wife like last July"
(Snitchin')
5'9" slim, some call him "Goldskin"
He's a celeb, he knows Gary Oldman
a feelin' I might slide like Babe Ruth
Your man’s got a bitter taste, but I’m that sweet tooth
Come one girl get loose
Swallow your pride
Pop another pill
my bitch
Super-hot
Niggas act like they on
But they
Really not
I be by myself
Smoking Gary Payton
Glove pack
Yea I see the girl
That you claiming
I
Smokin' on some Gary Payton, smellin' like a skunk
You can't close your legs, baby girl, cause that shit bump
The 40 on my lap, why would it be in
on the moon keep me feelin' like I'm Cudi
Fuckin' on yo bitch and she givin' me that Cudi
Lethal ass duo feel like Savage and you Nudy
Put a beam on my Glock
don't like me cussin'?
I don't give a shit what you like
I'm doing what is best for me
I'm doing those things that makes me happy
Those things that I
made my first all star game
Double G like George Gervin, that's what the call me cause I'm so ice
Ballin cause that's my life, I balls all day, and I
Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade)
Nowhere to go, we in the shade (in the shade)
Nowhere to go, we in a cage
Sometimes life tastes
neck
Man you Betta show respect
Talk big shit I won't forget
Like
I don't like that
You don't talk to a nicca like that
I don't like that
You don't talk
the buildin' like
Sweatsuit that's how I'm feelin'
100 thousand dollar coupe that's how I'm feelin'
Yea Yea
Paper stack up to the ceiling
Betta' grab ya hardhats
there feelin me (you feelin me, you feelin me)
Why they lookin at us?
We ain't lookin at them
I got all this love
We got all these skengs
That mac
that knife like a sword to the moon
Plunge that knife through a portrait of youth, going
"Say you love Satan, say you love Satan"
Lauwers ain't say
called me by my name
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country and western song
I wrote him
I just want to
Sit back and blow my Mary Jane
Feelin alright
Feelin ok and thats the wave
I just want to
I mean I just want you Miss Mary Jane
Feelin
like ironing your underwear
You make that very small apartment we share a hell
So do you, that's why I'm in hell too!
It sucks to be me!
No, it sucks
it them Too $hort type Gary Payton playas from the Big O?
Is it that timeless tycoon style like Shakur and Mac Dre
That's what they asking when they
didn't know where my life was going
Now Fast forward 10 years to my life today
You'll see a man on the mic that's living day by day
I'm just paving
complications, relationships ain't gonna be the same
Do they want the fame?
And all that it can bring? (Huh?)
If they attracted to Nelly then who like Cornell
complications, relationships ain't gonna be the same
Do they want the fame?
And all that it can bring? (Huh?)
If they attracted to Nelly then who like Cornell
the haters
Way too focused on the paper
Yes sir, die for the caper
Hotter than Miami and I'm ballin like The Lakers
That's right
Feelin like a million dollars
the toughness
Yeah I got it just like Tony
(Like Tony)
Follow the compass
Lookin at it very closely
(Look it)
Like the Lord
Feel the power feelin holy
(Feelin
FEAR CITY (ft. BERNARD SUMNER)
Music and Lyrics by Zachery Allan Starkey.
Performed by Zachery Allan Starkey and Bernard Sumner.
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