Lyrics Neon Lights - Natural Elements

Neon Lights

I ask the questions that are beyond answers.
Catch me
Dancing with the stars like neon, Deion Sanders.
I’ve been
Gifted since I peed on Pampers.
This universe is a
Holographic illusion—do you believe in magic?
Me and my demons go at it like Larry Bird and Magic.
Should I
Carry birds through traffic or carry the weight of the world on my shoulders?
Now that’s a heavy burden to fathom
As my imagination expands and my thoughts travel
Through a stream of consciousness.
Life is but a dream, and it seems
We’ve been asleep so long, we can’t snap out of it
Talcum powder on my neck, fresh out the barber shop
Vintage kicks match my drip, I’m getting stopped a lot
For photo ops and various inquiries.
Anthony
Is gifted lyrically just like the symphony, but this ain’t ‘86
And my niggas, they lack sympathy, blast you ‘til
Infinity, wrap you up, no amenities.
If someone’s got it
Out for me, the galaxy has it in for me—what an oxy-
-moron.
There’s beauty in the symmetry.
Natural Elements
There’s divinity in the trinity.
I got that
Leroy glow, I illuminate spiritually like neon lights
Neon lights in the city that
Never sleeps, it’s beyond bright.
Yeah, it’s hella gen-
-trified, but we be aight
Yeah, we be aight
Yeah, we be aight
Under neon lights
NE-on days in the city that
Never sleeps, so you DOA.
Yeah, we dodging
Potholes, but we be OK
Yeah, we be OK
Yeah, we be OK
Under neon lights
St. Lucia to NY without missing a step
When I was L-Swift and I wasn’t Swigga just yet
Playing baseball and football, but I’m swimming the best
Swigga Phelps hit the L, and I’m winning as well
Was addicted to cigarettes but I quit ‘em, and, yes
I’m still addicted to cess, but I’m thinking correct
Hmm, I turn my addiction into a mission statement
To make Swigga Sativa a dispensary favorite
Yes, straight from NY like the Knicks and the Mets
I’m a Yankees Stadium and a Mitchell & Ness
That hit the Northeast Bronx, and I chill and reflect
When I was sixteen with sixteens spinning on Flex
No payola involved, he just heard it and played it
As you should do with this if you’re trying to murder your playlist
How New York supposed to sound, NE for the win
From the beginning to the end and rebuild it again
Within…
Neon lights in the city that
Never sleeps, it’s beyond bright.
Yeah, it’s hella gen-
-trified, but we be aight
Yeah, we be aight
Yeah, we be aight
Under neon lights
NE-on days in the city that
Never sleeps, so you DOA.
Yeah, we dodging
Potholes, but we be OK
Yeah, we be OK
Yeah, we be OK
Under neon lights
Lottery
Four-four, my number came, I almost fainted
Agu leaving this city graffiti-painted
Stick-up kid on the G-Train, nameplate belt buckle with the chain
Tongue-kissing your girl like I was Kane
Slick Rick with the eyepatch, jewelry, suit, and tie match
Pull a toolie out the Louis for beef that I catch
B-boy with gangster incentives watching renegades on life as
Black-and-white TVs with wire-hanger antennas
I’m ‘victing y’all.
Borough 13 Park, walk through the project halls
Hole in the wall, one exit, bullet holes in the lobby door
Pause tape demos.
Busy Bee with Lisa Lee
Rapping in a limo with some finely shaped dimples
Blunts smoked through gold fronts, watch their head blow
Voodoo tilted just like
Brooklyn, New Yorker for life.
Talk is contrived, draw
The knife under the neon lights, he ain’t gon' be alright
Neon lights in the city that
Never sleeps, it’s beyond bright.
Yeah, it’s hella gen-
-trified, but we be aight
Yeah, we be aight
Yeah, we be aight
Under neon lights
NE-on days in the city that
Never sleeps, so you DOA.
Yeah, we dodging
Potholes, but we be OK
Yeah, we be OK
Yeah, we be OK
Under neon lights