Lyrics Streetlights - Russ

Streetlights

We’re living in a place where it’s okay to have no worth
But is that shit okay and does it really work?
I guess I’ve got some news for ya
I guess I’ve got some news for ya
And it may not be new for ya
But here’s some news for ya
They’d rather hear you talking 'bout the
Bouncing, swerving, the rims is glistening
They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing
The bouncing, the swerving, the rims is glistening
They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing
Uh, my bottle’s top is off
My fucking roof is missing
I sit and write like twice a night until I improve conditions
I give it my life, this fucking mic is like my proof of living
Shoot, what isn’t true?
What isn’t you?
Is just a euphemism
I make the Muslims listen
I’ve got the Jews and Christians (What else?)
I’m meditating like a Buddhist having Bugus visions
That’s too deep, you probably shouldn’t fuck with me
It’s all good 'cause luckily your nigga’s still
Bouncing, swerving, the rims is glistening
They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing
The bouncing, the swerving, the rims is glistening
They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing
Uh, yeah
I’ll be remembered for a million years
It’s DIEMON and we’re more than just millionaires
I’m lighting tour mind, you’ve had it up to here
Disaster time, I’m mine and I’m about to smash this year
Fuck, I’ve got tour girlfriends lining up
And I’m 'bout to grind them up, you didn’t shine enough
You’re stones are rhine enough so I could say «Your time is up»
'Bout to go DIEMON
It’s all about the time and not about the time just
Bouncing, swerving, the rims is glistening
They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing
The bouncing, the swerving, the rims is glistening
They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing
I’m looking at the world through my glass of scotch
Like «Hello Johnny Walker, where’s your cash?
Where’s your watch?»
Show your past, what you got?
Oh, you ain’t got that new shit?
Man what the fuck, you ain’t even gonna do shit
You need to cop a blue whip, redbone
If you ain’t got that head home
You might feel alright living life but you’re dead wrong
No Jesus piece, where’s your painted car
They all call Reese’s piece
You ain’t saying shit unless you speak to me like this:
Bouncing, swerving, the rims is glistening
They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing
The bouncing, the swerving, the rims is glistening
They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing
We’re living in a place where it’s okay to have no worth
But is that shit okay and does it really work?
I guess I’ve got some news for ya
I guess I’ve got some news for ya
And it may not be new for ya
But here’s some news for ya
They’d rather hear you talking 'bout the