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once more
Can it be the time has come for them to know

The city soon will know my name
And maybe I'll forget I felt the pain
On this twist and tumble

TELL OF A CITY

WHERE THE PRETTY FLOWERS GROW

THEY TELL ME OF A PLACE WHERE COMES NO SORROW YONDER IN THAT LAND OF GOD'S TOMORROW THIS I KNOW IT MAKES

can't face the change I need
Ooo, freedom
In the grave or in the tree
From the plains to the city
Chains to build the reverie
Chains to build the reverie

10 A.M.

Dreezy

Long Live Nut

2017

yeah
Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah

It's my first time in your city
Know you gotta show me round like a tourist
Pull up on you with that

streets
Lost souls and forgotten men burned in the black and the gold of the railway tracks
And when the morning sun breaks in it's like a dirt yellow brick

Guess I’ll be balling on y’all
Feeling like maradona
Umswenko across the border
Cava the prints, I'm a fuckin' gold yard

Call me sosa, bitches call me

future I'm just facing the facts
But I try not to be a snake in the grass
So they throw stones cause I might be living in a glass
This is Cap City taking

bike
Get on your longboard let's make this hike
Imma see the whole city 
Only you in my view
See vehemently chillin like the awkward do
I'm an awkward

Falling for and far tonight 
You and yours and my handsome wife
That divil just went and stole the show
So I'm letting every gold hair grow 
Nothing

Seven-winged angels, a thousand mouths, a thousand eyes
In their resounding ephemeral chorus surround
Rays of gold expand and contract across

the simple life
Wake up in the morning to these fields of gold
Take a long walk down a gravel road

[Chorus]
Spend my days in the sweet sunshine
Rock in my

Oh, this what we doin'?
I don't even gotta say I'm the queen of my city no more, man
They know I'm the queen, man, they already jacked that
Yeah,

crew mobbin', I'm hot|Ray Bans & my flip flops|Gold all in my wrist watch pool|Parties on roof tops|They got trees and you know this|Sit back cause they

This hit, that ice cold
Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold
This one, for them hood girls
Them good girls, straight masterpieces
Stylin', wilin',

on the random saucing in your city
Keep it jiggy, I'll be smashing
Swerving, never crashing, call me Lewis Hamilton
Never going back to say the least yeah yeah

My heart is made of gold
Stop living in the past
'Cause you're only getting old
Pen to the paper, I'm off to college
In search of a career
Not about

City of strangers
millions alone
I'm only looking for one

Dirty old river
no streets of gold
I guess that I should've known

I'm walking on busy

like I'm running from a grizzly
If you think that I'ma stop then that's a fuckin' pitty
Let's get to the nitty gritty, I'm the man of my city
All these

King of my city
I'ma serve every damn fiend
That I see walkin'
Don't be threatened, I teach lessons
Don't call me king
'cause every king suffered

waiting on New York
City and LA to get swallowed
Like were waiting on our
Personal private apocalypses

Well, I think we might need
To get out of here
Cause

Man, I was hoping to have this
Mix tape to you months ago
But I uh kinda hit a snag

I was in my city tryna make a couple Benji's
I'm working quite

love you, baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

"They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right

Waiting to face it
Heartbeat is racing
You can't escape it
This is the chase
Of legends and greatness

A city of hope
They're up the ropes
We're

textos. 
Señores, suenan los tambores
En la city siguen rugiendo los motores
África de fondo, ritmos actuales sonando fresco, pero profundizando
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