Lyrics:
alarming
The townsfolk, they all laugh
Sorry is the fool who trades his love for hi-rise rent
Seems the more you make equals the loneliness you get
Empty hi-rise
Ripe stalks
Sunrise
Hollow empire
Punch through the skyline
on the move
All eyes in the night
Are concentrated and glowing
An explosion effect
Walking on the roof
Of the hi-rise on the moon
You never go where
the south
Surfing the hi tides
We on the hi-rise
I got the Jays on
I'm looking so fly
I be running this race (Yeah)
I'm in first place
I ain't tryna catch
the blues
The Bluestone Angels sing the blues
And the Bluestone Angels sing the blues
Hi-rise secrets of immigrant waves
Near boutique gardens where Jesus
and plaster
These callous streets
Make Jesus weep.
So you can keep your
Leering townhouse
You can keep your
Sneering hi-rise
Concrete, steel and brick
Ask
the hi-rise
Ordinary Jesus down at the record store
Will never say me name
I am not satisfied
At the way this burns me inside out
Movie maker wonders why
not people, just buying units.
They keep themselves safe in their hi-rise,
Giving us garbage in disguise.
If they could just look into our eyes
Fall from these loaded wings
Circumsized + sterilized
Circumsized + paralized
Free the innocent
Free the mother lies in
Milkcarton house hi-rise
I'm a multi-boroughed city, each with their own beating hearts
Pushing out all of the culture for hi-rise hotels and polished martini bars
And I
the blues
The Bluestone Angels sing the blues
And, the Bluestone Angels sing the blues
Hi-rise secrets of immigrant waves
Near boutique gardens where Jesus
Carttz on the beat!
We playing 2K, we on the hi-rise
I'm a cat, yeah, you know I got nine lives
You better not be lacking
We'll catch you by
WHAT A SHOW - WOW! THAT GUY DIED JUST LIKE A TROOPER
STARVING GIRL - THROW A CHAIR OUT OF A HI-RISE
DASH CAM BOY - WATCH THE PEDESTRIAN LOOK SO
of the money I don't really care bout the fame
I'm fuckin this bitch in the hi-rise suite I don't know her name (Schmut)
I picked up a couple of tricks no I'm
and comin' and comin')
Entranced in hirise, hear the call of your blue light
(Runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin')
her feet in a warm Sorrento sunrise
A barefoot girl from Naples or was it a Barcelona hi-rise?
Whistles out the tuneless theme song of a hundred cheap
the mirror you hate your reflection
Can't even look at yourself whenever you walk by
and
All the times you want to jump off that hi-rise
I know it drives you
guns I got the shit from Iraq, give her that hi-rise sex she aint trynna go down go back,
I dont got room in the coupe, But I got the stars in
and Weish's voice like some cloud lifted priestess, singing her notes above the skyline of streetlights and hi-rise stars.
The Last Train keeps the thematic
her feet in a warm Sorrento sunrise
A barefoot girl from Naples or was it a Barcelona hi-rise?
Whistles out the tuneless theme song of a hundred cheap
thighs
First thing I get to do when I get to see to your lively mind
Is get upstairs in the hirise horse race and I'll be betting blind
Five miles high x 3
And over the moon
My darling, my heart says it's true
No stopping it now
I'm a fortunate fool
Forever falling for you
I like this hi-rise view
With
Or get you in the mood or on the hi-rise
Maybe sip some fine wine, lil fine dine, witcho' fine ass
ion even think we had class together,
let me teach a lil
I'm tryna get something commercial
I'm talkin bout hi-rise shyt
I tryna run up some stock
I Invested in purple
Smokin on Zaza bitch
I'm outta space in
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