Lyrics:
on the highway
and try to find my self a ride
i went out on the freeway
and tr to find myself a ride
i will never be happy till my baby's by my side
please
And lakes and rocks and trees and rivers
The forest was also inhabited
By a small group of people called the lizards
The lizards were a simple people
I'd like to know you
Maybe I will grow to
God only knows the
Lengths that we will go to
City of Angels
Peacocks by a fountain
New days and new ways
The memory lingers on when you were the same as us.
Three months old a child, still you lived off love and fuss.
City baby, city baby, city baby
you can count on me
Dial two seven in the AM
It's north to the Cape by the PM
Ride Uber to see him in the East End
It's sex in the city for
you can go
Stranded by your country, left here on your own
Victim of the system, isn't a pity
Victim of the system, living in the city
solo
Wanted
just somewhere I gotta go
I'm always headed for the sea
From California to the big city (one more show)
Is all I ever needed from tomorrow
We don't
Strolling to another city just to catch a song, oh Madeline
The frequency is better, but I'm freezing on a parking lot
It never ends
Broken by heartache
on Patron, run grab by your phone
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
gangsta, gangsta
To the rhythm
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
To the rhythm
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
Get on Patron, run
the planes, the creature is unmoved
By the commotion and the noise, and the blinding fork
Of lightening which strikes only a few yards from where
Lays it
sayin' nothin'
Say hello to the Boogie Down Production
MC's today are too pretty what a pity
I represent the city where it's gritty
And grimy I'm furious
Milly, called it Litty
Really I just did that shit for the city in love with Philly
Got this chinchilla fur on me, just in case it gets chilly
Burner
me you need your plan your long heavity
Before you die broke like Sammy Davis junior
The solar, followed by the looter, followed by the solar
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
Whatever cities are brought down
I will always bring you poems
And the fruit of orchards i pass by
Strangers in your bed
Excluded by our grief
One week, it's "Blinded By Your Grace"
Next week, it's bang you in your face
Oh God, they love to wind me up
But one by one I line them up
Oh, you
Bought by a town
Bought by a country
It's time my man Jamal to come
Meet Mr. Malkski
They set em up the riddim
Sit down, me Billy boy
A-B-C-D-E-F-G,
mercy and no sense
And I'm wondering what it will take
For my city to rise
First we admit our mistakes
Then we open our eyes
The ghosts of old
bikini
From Compton, Watts to Pasadena
If you don't seen a fly girl it's a misdemeanor
The town to astound, city by the shore
Our posse's in the house
(Ohh!) Yeah (let's go!)
I said once upon a time in a city that's mine
There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime
He got
You get up every morning from your alarm clock's warning
Take the 8:15 into the city
There's a whistle up above and people pushin', people shovin'
Hanging on, hanging on, hanging on by a thread
Hanging on, hanging on, hanging on by a thread
Hanging on, hanging on, hanging on by a thread
Unwashed
I'm so tired of being broke
Hit the doc and tell'er stitch me up
Quickly, yuh
Hurry in a jiffy, yuh
Now I'm in the city, uh
Even if it's windy, uh
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