Lyrics:
When Sun sets
It's lights out at the park
Watch your step
When you're walking in the dark
Adjust your vision
Keep your eyes sharp
Don't get caught
Do you want to be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
You say you want to ba yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you?
They're out
And cross your fingers
I do a speed test
And I get triggered
Backed in a corner
By my service provider
Monopolized WiFi
Run by millionaire bastards
These
damn umbilical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda Accord, with a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward
Summer Grunge
Jameson and bottle rockets
Sunburn fades to brown
Took my stepdads .45 and tried to hock it all cross town
Is my picture still above your
Somebody said Jamaica, Queens in this motherfucker
I don't give a fuck
We gon' set it off like this
Jersey in the fuckin hidouse, for your midouth
I'm
these niggas that I hang with
I hang you up naked by your ankles danglin' (ow, ow)
My need I stay stranglin, I don't need your help
If you gon' give me
was systematic like the moment when Plato speak
Dear Summer, hope that you get this writing signed sincerely Yours
How you point the finger knowing we
feed her self
I keep her wet, drip drip, swim suit, no Gucci belt
I get paid for me being myself
5 stars when the summer set
catalogue gone get
And throw your hands up if you're in pain
Five fingers in the sky if you're trying to get by
Throw 'em high (Throw 'em high)
Throw 'em high (Throw 'em high)
respect (Is it respect)
Is it street cred from a set (All for that streets)
Recognition from the vets
Listen dawg you took the wrong steps
(They don’t love
Forgive us Jesus
For the cross that You bared to set us free from sin
Heal us
Bind us together by Your love
The cross of death became the Tree
thugs that I console to
never leave your house without, keepin it up
To the head that is, you don't know what mad is?
Couple of bodies under my belt
to the face
If you can match fire with fire
We can set fire to the place
They say I'm a party animal, I'm a goat
Now take this liquor
Pour it down your throat
to put you to rest
I'm crazy, psycho and outie
Niggas can't fuck with me the set is fuckin cloudy
Lay your ass face down on your stomach
You know you
the suit cases
No more cross-town, now he's crossing them states and
Seeing new faces, not knowing who to trust
So when the door kicked open they scream
and seasons change
But the moments won't
If you keep them in your mind
I'm ready for guitar by the fire
With the sound of a choir
That's nothing but 1,000 waves
ye if yer late,
When we have to push the boat out on a spring tide.
Now ye could die and hope for Heaven, but ye'd need to work your shift,
And I'd
does it feel to lose
She starts to turn around
And for a second your eyes meet
You want to look away but then
She starts to cross the street
Holding out
Run up a check (Run it up!)
Show up and flex (Yuh yuh)
Throw up a set (Throw it up!)
Come for your neck (Uh huh)
Stunt on them haters and nobodies
What do you want? I'm recording right now
Summertime in the city
Summer-time in the city
Summertime in the city
Summer-time in the city
This that,
nigga I gets respect
And youse a nigga that can't even get no props in your set
Tragniew Park you say huh
Wanna be rippin', but now it's time to do some
to meet your boss
Holly wore a cross to ward them off
Yeah, there's camps down by the banks of the river
And it's sketchy in the night but they mostly
these days like the last day of summer
Wide awake in the night, and my mind starts to wonder
My life I managed to always get through
Knocked by the pain,
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