L City - Specifics, Coates

Verse 1: Golden Boy

You know I could jump from the buildings

Balcony to fire escape, laundry line swinging high as apes from a

Jungle vine

Still it’s concrete we chill in small pieces, chug smuggled wine

From a kind of grape I’ve never seen alive

Drunk sitting in the skunk tinted summit of a high rise dump junk

Just to see it plummet

And spat to the streetside flat with a slight decline in where

The street slide back to the sealine

Provide feed for the rats like cigarette butts, beer caps and mere

Scraps

And shit all gets stuck, muck up in the iron grate get it plugged

So the sun will only touch twice a day

Underside beady eyes red, slime and feces combine where the needy

Die

Sleeping in a quiet dream

Sirens in the night keep a kid awake screaming echo out of the drapes

Closed admit artificial light

Yellow shine peep it from the sky planes and it’s a grid

Cause we made our lives into little shapes even

Get the shakes, cold steps on linoleum late

All alone again, schweppes and a oz of Puerto Rican

Petroleum stains that glow green leaking through the snow flakes

This is no place for a living being

I live and breathe what the city is breeding and let it bleed into

The beat when I’m spitting

Hook: Coates

It’s about time that i get at em

The idle mind is a playground for the devil

You tell them I’ma dishevel em

The first words of a newfound rebellion

Operation lights out slothetarians

No word from the Marian

Nothing is sweet when paychecks from the penthouse

Mental house

Operation cop chariot or you’re moving back to parental’s house

Verse 2: Golden Boy

Come wally season, smog and sunbeams dry the heat mirage seems

To sweep off in the horizon

Reach and swat flies with your hand up in the hammock

Twice he comes strapped with the straw hat, sand from the beaches

Bra strap bikini contact dance peaches

Steaming whips jam up the traffic

Scan for speed traps, cats with the cannabis weed passin a sack

Hand to hand, the police absent

East to west teens sit on the steps asking hey could you buy a case

For me and my friend stranger

Aging quickly they chill in the park, take swigs from the mickey and cough

Liquor erase dreams

In the moon bathed late at night satellites move across deep blue space

As the planet lies dormant

Once more I chase sheep through a warm wave keep

The fan blades orbit for a faint breeze

And the AC absorb it

Skyscraper landscape in the same place it used to be a forest

You learn swift ain’t nobody earn this existence and might as well piss it away

Swimmin in a lake of bourbon and citrus mixed up in the surf

With some bitches, searchin for the endless spring break

Burn this, how can you return to the city and leave this lake

Yo to live it is mercy

Hook: Coates

It’s about time that i get at em

The idle mind is a playground for the devil

You tell them I’ma dishevel em

The first words of a newfound rebellion

Operation lights out slothetarians

No word from the Marian

Nothing is sweet when paychecks from the penthouse

Mental house

Operation cop chariot or you’re moving back to parental’s house