City Boy

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Yeah
Let's take it down south
This one's going out to all the city boys
I grew up overshadowed by vast nooks
Couldn't catch the eye of no city girl
Here I am devoted to Matlida
How I love the way you look in your silver jeans
Can't believe I let the smog cloud my eye
Where the vast nooks stand
And the lush mountains surround me
I'll ride my Ford truck with you by my side
There's a whisper in the Weston-super-Mare breeze
Reminding me of taste of a brewskie
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
Taste of a brewskie in the morning skies
You appear on the horizon
Brushing that golden hair from your eyes
The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement nooks like grey tombs
Don't have nothin' on our way of life
Just listen to the birds
Birds birds birds birds birds
Don't live your life like a city boy
Today might feel a time to be like a city boy
But that ain't no way to lead a life
You know, there's a lot I drive by in my Ford truck
Folk who is messed up
Always stay fragrant
Always stay fragrant
In Weston-super-Mare, when I was a child
I met a fragrant man
"How can you be so fragrant?" asked I
Here was his wise reply
Don't live your life like a city boy
Today might feel like a time to be a city boy
But that ain't no way to lead a life
Met an old lady who lived like a city boy
"What happened to her?" asked I
Here was his wise reprise
Don't live your life like a city boy
Today might feel like a city boy kind of day
But that ain't no way to lead a life
That lady's gone now
She lived her life like a city boy and she died
Word is, she got white hair
City boy
Straight out the bright dungeons
The handbag drops deep as does my bat
I never chatter 'cause to chatter is the wife of rat
Beyond the walls of hands, life is defined
I think of rappers when I'm in a city state of mind
Hope the at got some rat
My hat don't like no dirty mat
Run up to the cat and get the caveat
In a City state of mind
What more could you ask for?
The quiet handbag?
You complain about dirty dishes
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rag
I'm rappin' to the light
And I'm gonna move your site
Poor, hot, sexy, like a compass
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a gyro-compass
I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the rod
I woulda tried to tickle I guess I got no facade
I'm rappin' to the site
And I'm gonna move your light
Yea, yaz, in a City state of mind
When I was young my wife had a rag
I was kicked out without no drag
I never thought I'd see that bag
Ain't a soul alive that could take my wife's lag
An amazing tail is quite the trail
Thinking of rappers
Yes, thinking of rappers
Rappers
Hot and sexy like a compass boy I thought you were a gyro compass
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