Lyrics:
as cool as you think you are
You wanna party after all
That's fine by me
And i'm just tryna up the energy
I'm getting carried away
I'm not into getting
appeal to the boss' desire
Captivated by the idea of speed and quick to fire
Rushed his orders came in a commanding tone
Carried out, executed within
how I know you never seen the top
Sierra Canyon parking lot lookin' like Magic City parking lot
Hear the talks when I walk by like you know it's over
heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (oo)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my (city rhythm) nights in the city's lights (oo)
And things don't seem so
In the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
And fall apart in the seam tonight
That boy he used to bomb
Fromm BK to the Bronx
And it's
like the wind boy, or get carried away.
You better make a break straight for the back door, or they'll come with all their guns.
You better run.
You,
Can see you baby from a thousand miles away,
And I know you love me, no matter what you say.
I can tell you baby, where you belong,
By my side
gives the man a smile
Reassuring, calculating
Acclimating, reconstructing by design
They say it’s useless to start
You’ll get carried away
You know you
you giving, ain't all that good
A little southern hospitality
You'd better try to get away from me
I love money, and I just can't fake it
I go
get by
Let's just say
Let's just say we're fine
There's a hole in the bottom of my brain
But when you love me, the hole goes away
And the likes
sometimes I act out when I'm feeling this way
So come down to the city of gold
Bring back all the lost souls
Will stand together
United as one
Will sing will
miracles somehow do exist
And anyone can be kissed by lady fortune
So I gathered up my skirt and tucked my wallet in
Grabbed my bag and the sling I carried
and stress
Look a murderer in the face, comin' up where the wild and deranged get blessed
1, 2, 3, and to the 44, the good, the bad, and the ugly sticken
for gold
Don't never get tired, don't never get old
Soul mining - going back in time
To when I was yours, and baby you were mine
I'm going back to my
I like your bother, I like your mother
I like you and you like me too
We'll get a preacher, I'll buy a ring
We'll hire a band with an accordion,
'm getting stuck
In my city they get down
Watch the way I hold it up
Won't give in, won't give up
I gotta be rich as fuck
Racks tuck, nigga what
Baddest
it's a waste of time, ooh
I need to get out of this city
I need to get you outta my head
I need to get away from the words that you said to me
weed
Up in a plastic case
Get a plate, I'm a vet sitting bags of A's
Then gold ball the city, cuz the Hustla in me
Will drop dimes on the block like
down and committed, that's why I die 'bout the pennies
I been hustlin' all night tryna get me a milli (ugh)
Gotta keep a strap at all times when you be
yeah
I get in that kitchen, I cook, go to work, I go berserk, yeah
Go out and get it, secure the city, can't sink like the Titanic
Bitch know I
Saw my face on TV
Damn (oh shit!) I didn't know I lucked out
Struck out, I gotta get the fuck out
Pack my bags and tried to hit the dough when
The ol'
the kind of pain that
I wish this pain, would go away
Just gets all up in your heart, and in your soul
I wish this pain, would go away
The kind of pain
Feeding on the fires
Dreams transport desires
Drive you when you're down
Dreams transport the ones
Who need to get out of town
The boy walks with
gold digger gorgeous tryna get me
I run game on a bitch, one Mississippi two Mississippi
Flint nigga in the spot til they pop one and the cops come
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