Lyrics:
days of our lives
All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye
All the joy i see through these architect's eyes
Cold winter bleeds on the girders of babel
(Concrete)
(Concrete)
(Concrete)
(Concrete)
Xalvin you did this?
Yeah
I know what I need from you
I know you don't really love me baby, you just
stare at the concrete
The girders eye high
The steel's above me
There's love in my eyes
And I'm doing the things
A five foot one man can do
I'm
till the face go paisley
We don't wanna babble on the bad brains
Dum dum brainiac bust out, girder
Flushed out
Touched with a lush burn curdle in
Good verse
Oh no
There's me fighting with my thoughts
There's only one person who can put you in box
Luckily I'm spherical
Evidence empirical
Laugh
Good verse
Oh no
There's me fighting with my thoughts
There's only one person who can put you in box
Luckily I'm spherical
Evidence empirical
Laugh
maze
Im lost in this concrete maze
Im lost in this
The walls are caving in
It wants me to box me in
Like sinking sand it pulls my hand and tells me it'll
I'm only five foot one
I got a pain in my neck
I'm looking up in the city
What the hell what the heck
I stare at the concrete the girders eye high
I got a good foundation
Cause I came up came up from the concrete
I supposed to win by nature
Cause I came up came up from the concrete
There ain't
killing for free
I heard her, She said it to me
A strong girder, is all that you'd need
To hit him in the temple
Berries, in a plastic tub
With cherries,
Laid in that box, niggas know
This the Concrete Jungle, this the Concrete Jungle
Where we gang bangin', hustlin
permission slip is signed to yammer at a diamond sea of perfect fucking strangers
A pigeon is a dove living squeezed in between steel girder and concrete under
I walked down the hall were the woods used to stand
Concrete at my feet brickwalls at every hand
and over my head steel girders so strong
were I
Yelawolf and I feel like a king in my (box Chevy)
Tell dem otha wack muthafucks to get da (pine box ready)
Catfish Billy is (deadly)
Don't get
I can't compare, yeah I don't compete
I'm the one that they wishing to be
They say I'm hard concrete
Baby if you wanna be here
She is in love with my
box
AR playing dumb, looking pretty dumb
Feel dumb, act petty, snacks at the ready
We operate the claws and offer
Up heaven to Betsy
Like the blood is
be free today
Oh, sittin' in this concrete box, just sayin'
It's been a shitty day, can't find no other words to say
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
top it
(Pack it, box it, flip it, top it)
My boss is mother Mary
Catch me slippin' through the concrete
Show no mercy, step right on me
Stiletto
Generally speaking every park has them
Commonly they are at the sand box
Occasionally they are vandalized by someone
They are painted many colors
[ DJ Ready Red ]
Yo, Johny see and Box, rock it freestyle, one time
[ VERSE 1: Johny see ]
The beat is pumpin, party's jumpin, makes you shakin
You was trading green for the box
Then turn around and hand it to a nigga that ain't love you
He was moving with the keys with no locks
And you aint
to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash box, five sixty State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries
Cruisin' down eighth
Woke up in a penthouse, glass walls kissin' dawn
City sprawled beneath me, concrete jungle yawn
Marble floors, silk sheets, ain't no cardboard box
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
Pack it, box it, flip it, top it
With a bow, tie ribbon, stop it
Eatin' all
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