Jon Batiste - Uneasy (feat. Lil Wayne) lyrics

Skoo-skoo, skoo-koo
They call out, "Mercy, mercy, Marcy me"
Clinton and Canarsie be like
Skoo-skoo, skoo-koo - they call out
Nostradamus Malcolm Marvin saw
What's going on I know the left and the
Right talkin' two different stories
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I know I'm strong in this life
But, I still tuck my chain

The city feels uneasy
The only way I can describe
Describe, describe it the city feels uneasy
The only way that I can describe
Describe, describe it
The city feels so uneasy

Skoo-skoo, skoo-koo
They call out, "Times are changing
Mama's favorite"
Creepin' through the club at midnight
Skoo-skoo, skoo-koo, - they cry out
Now they're back in the pew
At the crow of the rooster
Crawling into the light
Left and the right talkin''
Two different stories
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I know I'm strong in this life
But, I still tuck my chain

The city feels uneasy
The only way I can describe
Describe, describe it the city feels uneasy
The only way that I can describe
Describe, describe it
The city feels so uneasy it's a revelation
The city feels uneasy
The only way that I can describe
Describe describe it the city feels uneasy
The only way I can describe (yeah, yeah)
Describe describe it
The city feels so uneasy

Yeah, yeah, yeah easy! Easy, yeah!
Easy! So uneasy

Uh, times is hard, and the city's uneasy
Been a carnivore ever since I was teethin'
Close the shower door on my city
It's steamin'
I know I'm the God that my city believes in
Amen menage the Devil been deceivin' me
Had me on the hardtop
Thinkin' it was easy street
Mama used to scream at me and
Take me off that scenery
I been about a bag 'cause all I
Wanted was to be a G
That's that New Orleans in me
I come from where the demons be
The dungeons and the dragons
I just asked them not to breathe on me
Shit get difficult then shit get
Nasty in the easy E
You don't know what it mean to me
These mean streets, ain't mean to me
Gangster shit
Life is a bitch, until she ain't your bitch
The streets colder than the
Streets in Anchorage swisher on my hip
Make me walk like my ankle twist

God damn! They call out
Weezy baby, this city is uneasy baby
Yeah! Me and Mr. Batiste, Lil Weezyana
Uh! They call out, this that fire
Lil' Weezy, on the guitar ladies and gentlemen