City Streets lyrics

[Hook]
Walking through the city streets
Chasing something I'll never find
Falling in a cold grey tree
We get high and I'm losing my mind

[Verse 1: Nacho Picasso]
Hook me up to life support, I'm feeling half dead
I'll be grabbing on my di*k, I'll be on my last leg
As I stand on the ledge and recite this last pledge
Before I walk off the edge and plunge to my fast death
Freefallin' freefallin', joggers freeballin'
Your BC, my egg plant, now she need pollen
Yeah I keep on rushin', but she the one Stalin
Worry about my side b*tch, if she the one calling
"Darlin'" the key words, I'll ditch you, you (?)
So stop b*tching, start swallowing
Said you could keep the change, Cuban link the chains
I'm gon' point and aim, you gon' point the blame
I just put the b*tch to chains and I can't pronounce her name
But she no speak no English, so she can't pronounce a thing
I'm a motherf*ckin' ras clot, snot on the wash cloth
Pots in her hot spot, now you forgot to wash out

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[Verse 2: J Byrd The Low Life]
I got one love to the n*ggas from my block
I'll busts guns for the n*ggas from my block
I'll push drugs with your misses or your doctor
sl*ts love a real n*gga for the c*ck
Make 'em stood up when they top
Then I send them for some guap
They get up with the hiccups and a cough, ha
Probably cause I lost a couple dizz up in her twat
If I'm dipping from the cops, quick to stick it in her crotch
This b*tch is with the sh*t and this b*tch can fit a lot
So I keep her by my side like the blow in my coin pocket
That's dumb and dumber I go Lloyd off it
I'm bars in no loincloth (?)
But these hard hands prove coins often
Yeah

[Bridge: J Byrd The Low Life]
Trapped in acid tab dreams
While I'm hippie flippin' smellin' like hash and Pantene
I'm so smacked I can't breath
With these dead eyes, feelin' like Vash the Stampede
While I'm

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