Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life Gets Brutal, artist - VALAIRE
Date of issue: 22.09.2013
Song language: English
Life Gets Brutal |
I belong to the heart of the city |
The city is pretty but the stress gets shitty |
Better than the next man save me the pity |
Feed me a pita, gas at the Getty |
Or the Citgo, mami just get low |
If it’s a hit though mami just let go |
Mortal Kombat, the beat so Sega |
Got a Spanish girl, she look like Vega |
Got a Brazilian, she look like Blanka |
Japanese dime lookin like E. Honda |
Shorty from the tribe she look like Tatanka |
Suck it like a lollipop, call me Willy Wonka |
Call me Johnny Depp, call me Richard Greco |
Lady in the sheets, in the streets she a freak though |
If it’s a free kick, it’s a free throw |
You know how he flow like Mark Price with free throws |
You belong, to the heart of the city |
Why you try to play me baby |
You belong, to the heart of the city |
Why you try to play me baby |
I’m Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf |
I don’t pledge allegiance I raise the roof, like |
Like does this roof need raising? |
Phylicia Rashad in the sun like a raisin |
These sound like porn because I’m whoring myself |
Stack for a verse, now I’m touring myself |
Yes, I’m fresh from Japan |
Call my connect and I pay him in yen |
Budapest, Bucharest to Budapest |
He who next, you a pest, stupid mess |
Stupid fresh, Hima best dressed |
He who do the text, I see through you like mesh |
Where we from, life gets brutal |
Bury our feelings in bottles of Brugal |
I’m been listening to Sisqo |
Remember when our friends use to wild out on Cisco |