Let it burn another page in the journal Let it fly off the roof, curtains Way before I had a booth I knew purple Way before they had a stage they got curtains No real shot, my citys half courtin They throw up a prayer and hope dudes record it From a coast where hope had an abortion See they voted for Obama but we kept snorting Am I the only one who dreams here? Im either crazy or I see clear Scarface said you need people like me Cuz everyone is scared to be who they wanna be right? Theyre terrified of the lime light But theyre all socialites on wine night Kardashin with that runway bump Waiting for a sugar daddy thatll someday come So til then they doing run way bumps And that turns into a binge before the sun comes up A little white, a little blue A little green to come down from the other two Hoes got their nose in the air who the fuck is you?! Til they find out hes an agent and go and change their tune And the crowd so underage So put a cup in the air for your stunna shades Yeah I guess theyre swearing that theyre real Just about as real as your contacts and nails East side story east coast journal The recipe for success is a secrecy here, colonel Second worst city yo inhabit in the states But I just call it home so when its getting late I know 95! North is gunna take me there I dont need to buy a new life are we everclear? I aint running to Manhattan like these other cats Cuz my citys on my back like religious tats Interlude monologue hook Verse 2 I swear the grey skies take the skyline And the rain will just wash away my time in this City that im from, city where I stay City where I play I swear this city knows my pain From the hill to the ville to the island and the Tre To the downtown radius I know errnodys name Every street sign is a story that Ive made And every D Bus line is the time on the face Of the bezel of my watch As it turns into a screen I used to get twisted on that corner I wonder if silk is still the transporter 95 north on that trip from Bridgeport up He broadcasted the snow like the weather man Forecaster, Dr Mel minus the better cam Dudes used to rock pink like whatever Cam Back when the mall on the green had a sweater ban Security said dont put yah hoods up No bandanna dont put your hood up About that time I was spinning in hood clubs Open Mic img at rock clubs and rappin at bus stops uhhh And I always had my guitar wit me Or 3 for 5s, and 2 dimes call em minaj nicies I feel like Im narrating a script This beat is Scorsese I feel like him lately Cuz your past will always tell your future And for my scars I do not want your sutchers Joey
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