Текст песни Production Towers - Raep

Production towers scraping skies while I'm
Creeping out into the night 'cause I
Can't go out in broad day ligh
I would die cause the sun it burns too bright, brother
And my city's filled with enemies that want my bread and my butter
This whole place is a gutter
They would happily kill me for a sip of clean water
Nothing a father won't do for his daughter
Well except for going vegan maybe
Or taking the bike instead of a car

But hey, there you are