《City Of Light Restrung(Explicit)》歌词

歌曲： City Of Light Restrung(Explicit)

所属专辑：The Hard Road Restrung (Explicit)

歌手： Hilltop Hoods

时长： 03:22

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City Of Light Restrung (Explicit) - Hilltop Hoods[00:00:00]

I'm from the city of light with a sky of vanilla[00:00:11]

Known as the city of churches home of the serial killer[00:00:13]

And in the summer it feels like a hundred degrees[00:00:16]

Where I'm from you might see Suffa MC[00:00:19]

Walking the traps trying to escape the map[00:00:22]

Ninety one was my sh*t I'm trying to take it back[00:00:24]

To when writers ran the line and transits ran the gambit[00:00:27]

My memories the paint let the track be my canvas[00:00:30]

Thirteen sitting in a park sipping wine casks[00:00:33]

Watching whole cars as they went flying past[00:00:36]

I couldn't paint so I rhymed to the writers[00:00:39]

They'd laugh light up a smoke[00:00:41]

And get blinded by their lighters[00:00:42]

'Nasty Arts' ran my line evading cop cars[00:00:44]

And we looked up to them like they were rock stars[00:00:47]

Paint stained hands and fame like Manson[00:00:50]

That's Charles not Marilyn a city held to ransom[00:00:52]

Cans and markers Country Road parkers[00:00:55]

Hands of an artist left the landscape enchanted[00:00:58]

Until the government pigs had all the paint washed[00:01:01]

From our city walls end of the renaissance[00:01:04]

And so the walls where the colours once played[00:01:06]

Were replaced by the buff now a sullen blunt grey[00:01:09]

White washed shitty all grey all black[00:01:12]

Waiting for the kids of this city to take their walls back[00:01:14]

I'm from the city of light with a sky of vanilla[00:01:39]

Known as the city of churches home of the serial killer[00:01:42]

And in the winter the city sleeps dead in the freeze[00:01:44]

Where I'm from you might see Pressure MC[00:01:47]

Walking the traps trying to escape the map[00:01:50]

Ninety three was my sh*t I'm trying to take it back[00:01:53]

Got kicked out of school but I would have left in time[00:01:55]

With nothing but an ego and rap to get me by[00:01:58]

I swept floors packed orders[00:02:01]

When poor racked from Porters[00:02:02]

Liquor store just to score me a four track recorder[00:02:04]

Fifteen sneaking in the back door to the gig[00:02:07]

Thought I could rip bro trust me I fought for this sh*t[00:02:09]

'Cos the city's darker than a starless night[00:02:12]

And treats a starter like a fresh piece of meat[00:02:14]

Greet the carving knife[00:02:17]

Till the day came when I'd scar consortiums[00:02:18]

I'd lay waiting train stations and parks my audience[00:02:20]

Before we had our beats made before we had a DJ[00:02:23]

We'd rock to a beat box before that sh*t was clichéd[00:02:26]

You see mate I refused to lay low and gave those[00:02:29]

Better years of my life to pave roads[00:02:32]

Live as hell we did it by ourselves[00:02:34]

The only secret to this sh*t is one that time will tell[00:02:37]

So breathe in cos the city invites[00:02:39]

Jealously pity and blight[00:02:42]

You're in the city of light[00:02:44]