​billy woods - Bright Lights, Bright City lyrics

Even dough low still Mobb
Deep infamous never sleep
Like the city just you life sheik
Oh barkeep, guineas please
And keep ‘em coming til
These hags are stunning
Rolling L’s in the bathroom
Manager came in swinging
A broom, grab the phone 9-1-1 I assume
Here come the goons
Not ideal, Hanna-Barbera bodega pill
Friday night how you feel? Saturday
Morning to be real
Sex for money what’s the deal, fuck tomorrow
We bone, pint glasses are shown
Get smacked flying ill, find cigarettes stale
Whale females got Ahab doing rails
Pacing chewing his nails
Always dreamt I could fail, finally made it
Denied bail
Black face I rap in tales, it’s that real
Camouflage tuxedo
Head from Puerto Rico like take
Two kilos to Toledo in a ’74 Beetle
I’d rather buy for crack and buckets
Of dirty needles, whatever more tequila
Titans covered stealers
Less money, more problems, more realer
Life of a drug dealer
So by proceed stealing nights of our death
Who shot Billy
I forget, amnesia, liquor on the breath
Carcinogens in my chest
It’s all fun and games til you under arrest
With buffalo wings puked all on your vest
Funky sapien piss on your steps, shamed face
Not so little rascala with weed laced
Paranoid like yeah had a funny taste
Now I can’t feel my fucking face

Bloodshot Popeye I need more spinach
Mangling the queen’s English like Don
King is my linguist
Jesse Jackson applaud when I’m finished
Wall Street rap, we ‘bout business
Writers here come the fucking dentist
Pulling cavities
My bong make you defy gravity
With rhymes more intricate than
Twelfth century tapestry
Only way out is the Tappan
Zee you ain’t no emcee
Bloody diamonds still shining
All that glitters and gleams post on
Jewel encrusted boulevard snatching
Brass rings
And wayward teens hatching Ponzi schemes
Simple Simon shining under clouds
With platinum lining
In this world of finder’s keepers
Loser’s weepers
Hide and seek with the reaper
Dollar signs jumping out my beeper
Let the world teach you
Life is cheaper than the right sneakers
Watch for the magpie that
Move with green eyes
Pecking a chimp for a hypnotized mind
Like Memphis call me triple-six
Foul words brought feds now you
Choking like the Nick’s
Undercover bricks and dicks got
The game fixed dapped and be flat on big cat
God gave me the world like hold that
Firing squad lyrics spit on the
Lip of open grave live from Tora Bora caves
Spelunk and spit a phrase
On Al Jazeera, pull out on Caesar
Death to the unbeliever
Willies and Wallies grinning just
Leave it to Beaver
With stories short like John Cheever
Noided out
Dismantled the phone, check the receiver
Bullshit testimony, I ain’t co-ceiver
On the block Ebenezer sweat lodge visions
Fib and mic fever, a death spot’s best friend
When and a Tel Aviv forty-seven got the gems