paroles de chanson Black Pleasure - Cities Aviv

Ch-ch-check, check-ch-check
Everybody to the front, everybody to the front
To the front, to the front, to the front, to the front
I see you over there
Yeah move in over here, over there, over there
(Check!) Yeah, check
You are now in tune, to the last man at the ceremony
(Man plays the horn) Yo

Yeah, recapturing the mind, revisions of the crime
You totе a tightrope, you chokin' on the brine
This a blacknеss, a black blackness
Before black was a blackness you sold on the map
Farewell, fairytale, shell-casing a fact
It was this when you got it, when its ours it was that
Send reminders like an old friend that left him in the past like Flash
I don't know him, we rumble again
Cellphone entertainers, you tick the sick fix
Of rappers and street singers all up in the mix
Every year it's a new year, dead autographs
We mapped the Mars frontier, take me away
To a blackness still like the darkness of space
To a nothing is forever separated from hate
Two D's in the front yard, the shorty popped off
From niggas stressin' her too hard
This life is a mess
What I've seen from my porch while I'm clearing my head
Ashtray full of dreams ever great but they dead
Black pleasure was the blueprint, these niggas still rip for likes
Nickels and two cents, to who do you miss
Role call to the OGs, R.I.P ODB
Meltdown the trophy to a COD
That was good as you made it, please don't kill me
Jit home to my peace, all alone, I was a king
The cream rolled off, it was stiff
Down south, niggas whipping up the wock with a sift
Get your mind realigned to the planets, they shift, nigga

Yo, just fixate on that (One, one, one, one, one, one, one)
Yo, when you say my name, recognize I'm a fixture
(Real time, hear it in real time)
Never to be cropped out the image of the picture
(Two, two, two, two, shift)
Yo this is real time, live in full effect, you are now in tune
(You are now in tune in town)
Yo, let me talk my shit
Yo
This ain't no cloud-vape-pop, what you thought it was
This the hypnotic, this the exotic
Behind closed doors, shit was getting erotic
The bounce-backers swap the hands of the crumb snatchers
Two sparks on a play, that's a good omen
Seven hours of the day, I was just flowing out of my mind
Broken hands on the clock so we battle with time
Do the most, my nigga

You couldn't go on as strangers living together (Fresh)
It seemed to get nowhere (One)
Always battling each other
You and me in two different worlds
Can't you see what it's done to me?