Текст песни G.O.O.D. Music - Sin City

Cruel Summer
Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: G.O.O.D. Music
Альбом: Cruel Summer
Длительность: 04:28
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[Verse 1: Travis Scott] 10 a.m. it's west side bitch She see the glasses, so obvious Run from home, after tonight we up out of here Don't go home cause they just ran me up out of there All of those drunken nights then fuckin' every night She run her mouth but can't eat right Don't read between the line and forgot how to be white She smelled the line, baby you know you don't need white Now look what we did now, the cops behind us Ran that red light, did you have to be mindless? ? SMH, we all know that cocaine killed Abel From the scholar letters devour this She stepped into hell, cause winter got cold Don't look in her eyes, you might see straight to her soul Don't say yes to that good, cause you'll never know Cause we lost in the city where sin is no biggy [Hook: Teyana Taylor] I'm here with open arms and I gotta Here is where her heart belongs Her heart belongs to me Here is where her heart I'm here and I won't go Without her, this is where her heart belongs It should be here with me [Break: Teyana Taylor] Here is where her heart I beg for mercy today They won't take me away Take me away from you Don't know what I would do Don't let us die in vain Don't let them see our pain Wash these demons away Wash these demons away [Verse 2: Malik Yusef] You are all unwelcome to Sin City Yet the population still increases its density And that increases its intensity Which increases the propensity To complicate your simplicity No matter your ethnicity All for the sake of publicity, in this city [Verse 3: CyHi Da Prynce] Huh, bad bitches with ass shots Use a house as a stash spot Lexus coupe with the rag-top I'm in the loop, warm tie like a ascot I used to run with the have-nots Kept the ave hot just so we could have knots A lot of niggas see they dreams in a glass pot Until the judge throw you in that box and watch your ass rot We broke all the commandments Authentic, I'm hand-stitched Come spend a day in my Hamlet My city lost, some say it's Atlantis I went to Cannes with a tan bitch, Francis She rode the broom on the beach, that's a sand witch So I ate her like it, haters hate to like it Sex, drugs, and playin' dices, those are our favorite vices But this life'll take a toll on ya Well I guess you gotta pay the prices I know who Christ is And he never hung with the Saints it makes no sense to save the righteous By the age ten, we were caged in Now they raise men in the state pen Fake friends, forgive 'em for they sins God bless the city, amen [Hook] [Verse 4: Malik Yusef] And now I'm one of the residents They walk with none of the repercuss, but all of the decadence And all the fuckin' debauchery Adult film star, somebody's fuckin' watchin' me I always feel like, I'm almost feel like Cause I could feel it in the air tonight I did some wrongs I wouldn't dare to right And wrote some songs I wouldn't dare recite But I am willing to share tonight In the city that is as unfair as life
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