Lyrics:
Time is up, I believe I should go now
I’m sick and tired of crossing the line
You say I’m never coming back to Earth
Some day I’ll be back for all
MILES AND MILES OF COUNTRY SIDE SOMEWHERE OUT THERE
I'M BORED WITH THE BARS, SICK OF THE CITY
AND TIRED OF WORKING ALL WEEK
I GOTTA TAKE SOME TIME
cold and the city sleeps,
I'm left with nothing but the pain that seeps.
A lone figure in the neon glow's art,
Living out this 80s ballad of a broken
when,
We reached and caught for eachother
Oh please say that it's not,
Its not lost forever
Old fuzzy peach
I know you remember
I came every year til I
the mistress
Oh no, welcome to the city
Where niggas get consumed by hoes who looking pretty
With a lot of Mac
Now they headed back to the location
To empty out
Remember more than two years back
Its frighting how time could go by so fast
That you don't even notice when its gone.
There's something about ohio
sad
Wind in the city stings
tears on my face
Feeling like this for
years by the way
Not that you’d know
I’m far too fake
To own up to any and
All my
would go insane
But when some years slipped by and he still felt the same.
People and money came and went but the only thing that stayed the same
Were
Oh, the night is my world
City light painted girl
In the day nothing matters
It's the night time that flatters
In the night, no control
Through
folks
that you've been caught by some stupid cop with a girl from out of town
but by the time's the manager said it wasn't such a big deal
and the boy
The city lights, burned brighter than they ever were
Where I’m from, we night to keep the light on
The sound of the trains was the blood running
Reap my soul. I whisper cruel words
That only I can hear. I dream in a never
Eanding line of tragedy. disposition
Neckbraced by insecurity. Let
built on a bluff
Guess my bluff got called by Memphis
Now I’m doing this every night
Beale Street thing
Set up in a palace that’s
Fit for a king
They let
happen
Yeah, let me chill for a second
I was going too fast like a runaway felon
Yeah, it's the truth that I’m telling
My songs ain't no cap rap,
ungakhohlwa kuthi kushota amaIce (Uh-huh, let's go)
'Mamam' ung'zaleleni? Zona lezinto
Ezami zino msindo, mas' ngena kunuk' iZol
Silwa namaDemon in the City
even got a reason to stress, listen to the best, swear to god that i aint ever coming out last. for sure im blessed this shit is a fact i run up
Keep it a thousand from the jump
Not with revolution then you not the one I want
Need my shawty healing when I'm walking with a drum
Want her by my
shit ion know what you talking bout
I got real problems that's why you don't see me round
Old nigga bluffin we bouta gun him down
Jugging your city im
hacer no solamente hablar boicot Israel
I am recognizing that the voices in my head
Are urging me to be myself and never follow when I'm lead
So with
main street to the city limits sign.
Welcome to rock bottom, population 1
Just over by the mountain where a fool fell from
And if you're looking for
at the airport
I asked a nigga for some smoke
He tried to hand me a Newport
I know the terrorists who did 9
11 back in New York
I scammed some people from that
a rough one, to this I?m resigned
But when searching for solace, it's not very far
'Cause whenever I grab by guitar
I'm stuck in a cabin, surrounded with
on Krytonite lockdown and worship like a Kansas City Royal or a chick that's up in Bagdhad living of of oil, Rough and ready eatin on Italian made speghetti
thang
Put on for my city Ima put it on my chain
Checks by my name so these hoes kno the game
Checks in my name cuz the flow is insane
I know why they
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