Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song L City, artist - Specifics. Album song II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Think Twice
Song language: English
L City |
Verse 1: Golden Boy |
You know I could jump from the buildings |
Balcony to fire escape, laundry line swinging high as apes from a |
Jungle vine |
Still it’s concrete we chill in small pieces, chug smuggled wine |
From a kind of grape I’ve never seen alive |
Drunk sitting in the skunk tinted summit of a high rise dump junk |
Just to see it plummet |
And spat to the streetside flat with a slight decline in where |
The street slide back to the sealine |
Provide feed for the rats like cigarette butts, beer caps and mere |
Scraps |
And shit all gets stuck, muck up in the iron grate get it plugged |
So the sun will only touch twice a day |
Underside beady eyes red, slime and feces combine where the needy |
Die |
Sleeping in a quiet dream |
Sirens in the night keep a kid awake screaming echo out of the drapes |
Closed admit artificial light |
Yellow shine peep it from the sky planes and it’s a grid |
Cause we made our lives into little shapes even |
Get the shakes, cold steps on linoleum late |
All alone again, schweppes and a oz of Puerto Rican |
Petroleum stains that glow green leaking through the snow flakes |
This is no place for a living being |
I live and breathe what the city is breeding and let it bleed into |
The beat when I’m spitting |
Hook: Coates |
It’s about time that i get at em |
The idle mind is a playground for the devil |
You tell them I’ma dishevel em |
The first words of a newfound rebellion |
Operation lights out slothetarians |
No word from the Marian |
Nothing is sweet when paychecks from the penthouse |
Mental house |
Operation cop chariot or you’re moving back to parental’s house |
Verse 2: Golden Boy |
Come wally season, smog and sunbeams dry the heat mirage seems |
To sweep off in the horizon |
Reach and swat flies with your hand up in the hammock |
Twice he comes strapped with the straw hat, sand from the beaches |
Bra strap bikini contact dance peaches |
Steaming whips jam up the traffic |
Scan for speed traps, cats with the cannabis weed passin a sack |
Hand to hand, the police absent |
East to west teens sit on the steps asking hey could you buy a case |
For me and my friend stranger |
Aging quickly they chill in the park, take swigs from the mickey and cough |
Liquor erase dreams |
In the moon bathed late at night satellites move across deep blue space |
As the planet lies dormant |
Once more I chase sheep through a warm wave keep |
The fan blades orbit for a faint breeze |
And the AC absorb it |
Skyscraper landscape in the same place it used to be a forest |
You learn swift ain’t nobody earn this existence and might as well piss it away |
Swimmin in a lake of bourbon and citrus mixed up in the surf |
With some bitches, searchin for the endless spring break |
Burn this, how can you return to the city and leave this lake |
Yo to live it is mercy |
Hook: Coates |
It’s about time that i get at em |
The idle mind is a playground for the devil |
You tell them I’ma dishevel em |
The first words of a newfound rebellion |
Operation lights out slothetarians |
No word from the Marian |
Nothing is sweet when paychecks from the penthouse |
Mental house |
Operation cop chariot or you’re moving back to parental’s house |