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Correct Knockturnal Lyrics
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The vampires make you fear the night That kind of talk give them evil spirits life She on the track like she waiting for her tears to dry Listen real close you can hear the city cry You hear it right? It's like every night the city die We the blood, we give the city life Living the city life The city get restless when the sun goes down The words get heated and the guns go I used to joke and smile, now everyone's so foul I grab the heat before I leave, go out the front door now Check the weather, what is the forecast Tryna make it rain, lookin' for more cash Little man, ain't got no parents, who you gonna follow When your role models send you to the store for a cold bottle And you come back and em in cuffs that be enough to hate police And define manhood as being tough Sneakers scuffed and toes turned up The shit is aggravating, its hard to put holes in denim This ain't a fashion statement, yelling out "thats my car" So fascinated by material gain, its already ours in our imagination The maturation of supremacy is masturbation The master race should make you want to mask your face Right up in somebody gates but where the fuck is safe Small, quiet dude in the back like " I know just the place" Flash toothy grin the jakes love to hate And then he flashed the gun he had tucked in his waist The conversations, son, overhearing are overbearing Ain't no preparing for how much the hood be oversharing (word) The night time, always the right time When your blood is what's flowing through the school to prison pipeline The vampires make you fear the night That kind of talk give them evil spirits life She on the track like she waiting for her tears to dry Listen real close you can hear the city cry You hear it right? It's like every night the city die We the blood, we give the city life Living the city life When you ain't got a pot to piss Everybody on the block is your competition Police all up in your pocket, you're forced to forfeit When your espionage is corporate, that means you got an office Instead arrested for the petty theft Expected to apologize for every breath A warrior stood in the face of many deaths But since the colonizers are there any left He in the streets like he ain't got a home Writing a poem to the beat of the sobs and moans Ran into Joe again skin chocolate as a Toblerone Clickety-clack of stilettos on wet cobblestones Streetlights illuminate how truly dark it is The block is a college, she got a degree in marketing A doctorate in swallowing, this pimping paid her scholarships She poppin' out her tits 'cause they pay her to be provocative Broke niggas tryin' to holla though But they ain't got no dollars though Sound like I'm a here to lick any day Fuck you bitch she don't look that good anyway (you don't even look good anyway) Since when is pettiness a virtue? Cops circling the block, they went from stop ad frisk to stop and murk you Smoking dark purple in a crop circle Fast life these entourages ain't got turfs The vampires make you fear the night That kind of talk give them evil spirits life She on the track like she waiting for her tears to dry Listen real close you can hear the city cry You hear it right? It's like every night the city die We the blood, we give the city life Living the city life
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