Lyrics:
nocturnal creatures
In the concrete jungle of Human's creation
Malaysian fron the Major Earth Division
*YOGI B*
Let me bring journey to MC's overseas livin'
resided
And abided on the opposite side of the petrous
Levy and its harsh, barbed, concrete peak.
So while avoiding the leak of his true identity,
On the streets concrete or get branded get every day with my motherfucking gage
ain't afraid of the net spent my up coming check with some spense on the place
on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreaming
There is a rose in
We saw the summer night
We drank down the sober sky
Left our mark into the concrete
Burned up all our tires sleeping
Words flow as we are
concrete, grey and cold
This is my home, I'm the one who's left
The second made me be the one I am
The stories people tell here are heavy
And this is mine...
What do I do stand in a shop
Waiting for that money to drop
Stand all day on a concrete slate
My feet are aching don't get a break
Singin'
is holding me down
She plants all her seeds into concrete
To watch all the little roses grow with scratches
Nothing can be as perfect as her
guards hit the gate I be tired as fuck after that 8-hour race
I come from the land where we swing our cars
Figure 8 Benz concrete leave marks
Call it paid,
a feeling
From steam underground
In a city like this
Where dreams are for real
And laid out before you
In concrete and steel
You talk to yourself
how I can breathe another flow
Our loves concrete we should leave a setting stone
Yeah and whenever I'm in doubt, you forever calm me down
on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreaming
There is a rose in
the concrete weighed me down
(Cruel, cruel world)
Your wings are holding up the sky
Dear God, I had dreamt that I could fly
Alkaline the burning frost
Has
become a concrete wall, this money is secondary to respect, what you claim homie, can't you see da tattoo on my neck, white boy is dis what I've become
your life surreal
You may escape your home ground go down on your own
To concrete jungle drum sounds, Salome come home
I called the monastery, asked
counting up the killings
Like they killed baby boy tryna run up in the building, now,
Love: I bruised one of her rose petals
She was from the concrete
keeps me humble
In the concrete jungle
Despite the wear and tear
It seems to always get me there
Rebuilt the motor because
She decided to blow
clench with the blood rush
White knuckles when the hit lands
Cold concrete and blurred vision
Stumble home from the bar
Stuttered steps home
shaped a million faces
Sonically you 're in my head
The more I stick you 're fading away
I don't expect a perfect grave
Crackin' up concrete
Concrete turns moisture
Deflated tankers
Liquid steelyards
All angles collapse
And it fits into a circle that starts to revolve
From Hoover Dam
beds
What've we done
What've we done
And we're left with wretched hearts
And mangled minds
Concrete feet
And beggars lies
But we live our
on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreaming
There is a rose in
Long John Silver's got his head in the clouds
Sleeping on the concrete and he's thinking out loud
When's the man gonna bring the candy cane
Selling
concrete for
Yesterday sleep started falling down
And I opened my safe I didn't lose it all
[Chorus]
My mind is gone and so am I
Now I see the world
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