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some shrooms then travel to mars
My city don't like me feeling like Bart
Would be in the classroom hitting the cart
Caught by the teacher but he didn't

a pound
I run my city, you boys just clowns
I was lost as a kid, but now I'm found
I gotta pop shit, I've been down for a while
I could run this bitch, I'm

she a real fat hoe
Been on the block, take it down like tobacco

On the opp block looking for heads
We got a hot shit, it went knock off your dreads
One

the transmissions and plus upgrade the motors/until then they looking for ways to stop the violence and Sam Jack ain’t the only one asking what’s in your wallet/

like ara ara

I've been a town mouse, looking at making a home in the city
Feels like it's bigger and better so bet I'm about to get litty
Streets full

as bad but you don't wanna show it
We both got a record of our own
For being vigilante's going for the throne
You're the thief who stole my precious heart

taxing shit
I'm like, where the key to the red

I'm about to bend some shit
Broke nigga come by a post, so he makes his shit
Kill a bitch for fucking

all my people are dripping in waves
and my silhouette strung out in peace
I’ve been bowing my head to the storm
if I sing they won’t take me away
a city

child
Sprit everlasting
In the city home of the magic
Twain pull up
In da GT
Played volume 2
For em
Said nigga this ya three peat
I know I'm looking

socks and go back to class
The city know they shit wack ga e na defence'e
But they won't say it to they're face ba tletse pretence
Mo strateng I'm

(Skit: Partlow) go by them slow

Yeah ay
Yeah big JT shit uh
Ay kofi Kay on this, are you mad?

I hit the stu and I’m tapped in
I told these niggas

smoking flavors Woodz and them rolling papers
Good in my city now I'm aiming for a show in Vegas
Residency type shit
Grinding so my life lit
To show

you something

If you listening to this right now man I’m feeling for you

Because you’re in a bad place, looking for a new escape

And you ended up

I'm so helpless
But I'm not helpless, gun on my pelvis
Protecting all this Elvis
Send your ass to Maine, you looking for that shellfish
300 grain, turn

In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only

of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places

the blame
We're blinded by the light
The karmic crash of centuries of pain
The city and the forest burning all the same
(In flames)

Our boots upon their

Yeah
Shew
Yeah

Too much I could never stop
Feeling it in my bones but I'm just breaking off
You know everybody telling me to stop
Staying up for

My baby 
The storm is over nu
Girl you been by me then 
When am broke
Anything i gat 
All na for you
Put it on straight girl 
Make we fly away

to leave it now)
Looking to an end
(Won't try to tell me how)
And always laughing for a force that needs to bend

Colors of the trees seem like they are

(Fate)
You can't tackle my moon, yea I think it's too late (Late)
And by the grace, I pray we keep that food up on our plate (Plate)
The city lights got my

"What's in for me?" Yeah
This city got a hold of me, let go
At hand and yet so out of reach, yeah
Imagine being told you're seeing ghosts
But who's my

I'd rather
Do it like she did i'm not fit to
Be here a lot of us aren't we don't really
Have time for all of this chaos that people
Want to go down

the cities calling
You and I above it by ourselves
Ride the wind into a new port
Drift again for just another night
A couple lines behind us chasing
A couple