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by Lan Amore

on 11 Kripes (2018)

The city never sleeps
That's what they said when i was younger now my friends are counting sheep and pounding thunder count this money for me
Count it slowly write those numbers down i'm fucking done with clumsy niggas
Something got me hungry

Back with a rag tag flow
Got a rope and note and a glass half full
Let em choke on the truth when you smack that bowl
It's a ghost in the room with a matte black soul
And its smoke in a plume
It's a joke with ya tunes like attack of the clones
Fuck it im over it
Stuck in my head
Not letting go of it
Fuck with this bread
Pluck it a lotus i live for moment
Rich in my focus
Wish you would notice im choking in debt
Zani was off on a tangent bout molly and sweat
It all in my head like i said in rebellion im calling it quits i'm afraid my dreams and i'm sorry i said that i would but then what you expect when
Grannie been tapping on wood
Ronnie and daphanie shaggin in back of the van at a party
Noley just bought a ferrari
Josey been drinking and thinking bout kids and it hurts
Grimey just got off the block with a story and went back to work
Jordan just shot up the deli for nothing i think it's a first for this town and johnny been wallin on jager and making up stories for children and facing a pound
I hate what i found it's a fact i'm around for the ruckus
Id drown in a bucket of bolts and screw it i'm nothing but noise
True i don't fuck with ya boys
Still i'm about it im kicking and shouting im classic as fuck like brittany bee, aja and heather leigh heavenly hell it's a sign I'm a settle this shit with a bottle of wine and i bet you forgot what came to forget
Blame it on mom
Stay for the dinner and take it to prom
Get on a knees
Read him a right for the wrong as im writing this song it is silent fuck
Its silent as fuck

The city never sleeps
That's what they said when i was younger now my friends are counting sheep and pounding thunder count this money for me
Count it slowly write those numbers down
Im fucking done with clumsy niggas
Somethings got me hungry yeah
The city never sleeps
That's what they said about the suburbs I pretend it's out of reach and down a gutter
What you running from
You don't know me you don't come around
Im fucking done with clumsy niggas
Somethings got me hungry nigga

Yo this just in
Justin was playin daddy im dusted and juxtaposed i supposed you don't fuck with him
Huckleberry finna fix a drink and keep knuckles clean i came along way from catching seagulls on a southern beach
Ham and acid sandwiches sand inside of his bandages glam a tide in tanic the satin soaked in the sassafras its frantic
Fandomize a graphic out of gladus with a gram of powder gypsum and jab it all in his callus
And i'm back with a backwood and a backpack on a backtrack to the last stop where the track ends on a backdrop for the last time its a crack watch what a fat line would you back off I'm a black man not a whack job i don't pack nines nigga thats not what i rhyme for I'm a condor on a dive bomb to the top floor nigga watch me when i walk in with the godspeed

The city never sleeps
That's what they said when i was younger now my friends are counting sheep and pounding thunder count this money for me
Count it slowly write those numbers down
Im fucking done with clumsy niggas
Somethings got me hungry yeah
The city never sleeps
That's what they said about the suburbs I pretend it's out of reach and down a gutter
What you running from
You don't know me you don't come around
Im fucking done with clumsy niggas
Somethings got me hungry nigga