Big City Life (Odd Mob Remix) - Luude & Mattafix

There's a young man with dirt on his hands There's a room of sweat, full on one night stands A life of regret in a rock and roll band There's a whole lot of debt and a pocket full of sand There's a sick mother, can't find her lost son And there's a father who didn't know he had one run down caddy In The neighbors backyard Where the kid got shot and it all fell apart Just another day in the city life Just another day where we live or die We're all praying through the smoke filled sky Just another day in the city life There's a law man and he's losing his touch Trapped a loose cannon says he won't lose much A prospect picked and he's earning his patch Dealt a dirty deed and it's paid for in cash The pressure's so thick you forget how the breathe Gotta get drunk just to blow off some steam So many lights but we're kept in the dark Yeah, they can take it all but we still got heart Just another day in the city life Just another day where we live or die We're all praying through the smoke filled sky Just another day in the city life There's no need to be nervous We're born to fight Sons and daughter we can Take it outside Follow the lead, lead me to water Do what it takes then take it from me When there ain't nothing left You can read me my rights Carry the load in the city life Just another day in the city life Just another day where we live or die We're all praying through the smoke filled sky Just another day in the city life Just another day in the city life Just another day where we live or die We're all praying through the smoke filled sky Just another day in the city life

Bright light, big city, gone to my baby's head Whoa, bright light, an'big city, gone to my baby's head I tried to tell the woman, but she don't believe a word I said It's all right, pretty baby, (gonna) need my help someday Whoa, it's all right, pretty baby, gonna need my help someday Ya' gonna wish you had a-listened, to some a-those things I said Go ahead, pretty baby, a-honey, knock yourself out Oh go ahead, pretty baby, honey, knock yourself out I still love ya baby, 'cause you don't know what it's all about Bright light, a big city, they went to my baby's head Oh, the bright light, the big city, they went to my baby's head I hope you remember, a-some of those things I said

Whooooa-whooooa Whooooa-whooooa And if the city's skyscrapers rise over this island Would you be glad to see Manhattan for once? I knew the dream, it died JMZ line, Myrtle and Broadway But I'd be glad to see Manhattan for once Whoa-whoa, living life in the city Whoa-whoa, it will never be pretty Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Whoa-whoa, we can plan if we make it Whoa-whoa, we won't let 'em They won't take it from me No-oh-oh, whoa Whooooa-whooooa Whooooa-whooooa And if you leave, don't leave me all alone 'Cause I'll be scared, I'll be naked, I'll be cold And I miss my dad, Cleopatra sitting on the phone So take me back off these streets And we'll never be apart Together from the start Never, never, falling back alone Oh-whoa, living life in the city Oh-whoa, it will never be pretty Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-whoa, we can plan if we make it Oh-whoa, we won't let 'em They won't take it from me No-oh-oh, whoa And if the sun don't shine on me today And if the subways flood and bridges break Will you just lay down and dig your grave Or will you rail against the dying day

My eyes were looking for you So I found you Well I know you're there Show me your eyes, don't hide 어쩐지 넌 좀 뭔가 달랐어 내가 넌 이럴 줄 알았어 남들과는 다른 좀 특별한 뭔가를 분명 넌 갖고 있을 줄 알았어 Hey 뻔한 소리 같지만 잠깐만 날 봐봐 겁먹지 마 알아 알아 넌 방어적 태도 취해 이해해 당연해 어찌 날 믿겠어 오묘해 너의 눈빛이 또 네 눈동자 오해 말아 매력적이야 결국 이곳 모든 시선 독차지 한 것도 Oh you My eyes on you My eyes on you Odd eyed, it's you 좀 더 네 모습을 내게 보여줘 숨기지 말아줘 My eyes on you Odd eyed, it's you 알듯 말듯 해 비밀이 가득해 눈에 보이는 걸로 판단하기에는 무리인 듯해 짐작하기에는 반전 있는 스릴러 같아 신 스틸러 같이 있으면 피해 다들 널 피한 이유 질투 시기 같은 거니까 외로워 마 말 안 해도 돼 너의 두 눈이 이미 다 알려줬어 네 비밀 천천히 고개를 들어 나와 눈 맞춰 줘 결국 이곳 모든 시선 독차지한 것도 Oh you My eyes on you My eyes on you Odd eyed, it's you 좀 더 네 모습을 내게 보여줘 숨기지 말아줘 My eyes on you Odd eyed, it's you My eyes on you 튀는 듯 은근한 너의 눈 난생 처음 본 odd eyed, it's you 숨길 필요 없어 떨림이 그대로 전해져도 돼 My eyes on you 튀는 듯 은근한 너의 눈 난생 처음 본 odd eyed, it's you Oh 난 색다른 네 모습에 더 끌린 걸 Oh you My eyes on you My eyes on you Odd eyed, it's you My eyes on you 튀는 듯 은근한 너의 눈 난생 처음 본 odd eyed, it's you My my my my my eyes on you My my my oh my My eyes on you 튀는 듯 은근한 너의 눈 난생 처음 본 odd eyed, it's you My my my my my eyes on you

Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk Big eared bandit is tossin' all his manners In a bag and wrappin' them in seran wrap bandages Tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident Um, flowin' like my pad is the maxiest My bitch white and black like she's been mimickin' a panda It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain I never had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' dick head Flyer than an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit Semen scented cheetah printed tee In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season Previous items in the present With the normal ass past like I cheated on my team It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang) To have some type of knowledge that is one perception But knowin' you own your opponent is a defeatin' bonus I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went joustin' I'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the hood Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' your rings Coke diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot And salute like the troop when you shoot you gon' poop It's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop And out my Kool aid, Juice Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin Jasper got the Henny, my nigga we get it in Wolf Gang party at the hotel I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell You know Left Brain need a freak I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat Yup, uh, and her ass fat Don't be surprised if I ask where the hash at Nigga, I'm tryna smoke, bitch get higher Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter Still bang salute me or just shoot me 'Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting Yeah, my nigga Ace will pull the black jack The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac Living like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up And if these haters acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much But two bad bitches in front of me cunnilingus What the fuck is caution? Often I leave you flossing and cause exes next to coffins Lost in translation, the dreams you chase Got you diving for the plates like you stealing home base That's great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the tramp Three lettermans that Ace has been making him No strays while we catching matinees, huh? I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout those days I had the top off the GT3 like toupees One finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays My grand scheme of things is to be attached To the game like bitches to their wedding rings And you don't even need to look cause we gleam obscene In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining Like the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem If you say "Get 'em Mike G" then I got 'em One man squadron, nigga I'm a problem From Briggs I got bars and plans to Pimp these Polish bitches into pop stars Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real OF till I OD and I probably will, uh It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped With my other snobby bop, do I love her? prolly not Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop Bitch, I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock I've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glocks Now I'm all grown, sing songs just to give 'em watts Fire what I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop Op Dom neck shit in your wish list Mad sick shit, mad dick for your bitches On some slick shit, your mistress on my hit list And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of this bitch Odd in your mothafuckin' area Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carrey up And fuck your team, ho nigga wassup? Wolf Gang so you know we not giving no fucks You know me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga Rent a super car for a day Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze Bro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day But just enough for a week, my nigga what can I say I'm hi and I'm Bi, wait, I mean I'm straight I'mma give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day Course you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes On the song, cut and you could sample the feel Headphone bleed, make this shit sound real Used to work the grill, fatburger and fries Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars Now, how many fucking crystal balls can I buy and own Humble old me had to flex for the fogs Down in Muscle Beach pumping iron and bone Bumping oldies off my cellular phone Yeah, bumping oldies off my cellular phone Bumping oldies off my cellular phone Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's hard Gotta do it over and over and over again but here I go Hey, it's Jasper, not even a rapper Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor Pot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell Still ignorant, still hit a bitch Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit Catch me in the back with Miley on my lap Bong rips as I feel on that little bitch cat Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real quick Just for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket Fuck it, Wolf Gang Yeah, fuck that, look, for contrast is a pair of lips Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs whips (Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American terrorist Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin' And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel So that sterile piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is Narrow, tight line, might impair him since I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' pack of parasites Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise La-di-da-di, back in here to fuck the party up Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome anonymous Call him bloated till he show 'em that the flow deluxe Off the wall loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra clutch Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole was numb The culprit of the potent punch Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen truck Shittin' like his colon bust Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum Supernova, I'm rollin' over the novices I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is Stay gold till the case closed and the story end Post mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it To escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the bass Scorchin' ladies motherfucker sore in torso and face Get at me with savages, have a pack of Apache Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky So see me you can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi Back like lateral passin' With that mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin' As an addict I let Percocet and Xannies relax me Fall back if your paddies is Maxi, please OF, shit that's all I got From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac From that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fucking block Storefront, knee tat Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks And grip tape and my shoes Um, I was 15 when I first drew that donut 5 years later, for our label yea we own it I started an empire, I ain't even old enough To drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop This is for the niggers in the suburbs And the white kids with nigger friends who say the n-word And the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg They say we ain't acting right Always try to turn our fucking color into black and white But they'll never change 'em, never understand 'em Radical's my anthem, turn my fucking amps up So instead of critiquing and bitching, being mad as fuck Just admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches OFM, banging on your FM Gnaw, 2011, yeah, Golf Wang

If everyone is not special Maybe you can be what you want to be それぞれの答え 見つかるだろう 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 23, 24, 25 憧れ悩み パンプアップ 26, 27, 28, 29, 30 自分探し テレパシー 31, 32, 33, 34, 35 無いものねだり サイコ掌打 36, 37, 38, 39, 40 青春 ソルトスプラッシュ Mob? Mob? What do you want? Mob? Mob? Why do you want? Mob? Mob? Who do you want? Move Move Just like Mob If everyone is not special Maybe you can be what you want to be 喜び 悲しみ かかえても Your life is your own, OK? 特別じゃなくてもOK それぞれの答え 見つかるだろう 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60 61, 62, 63, 64, 65 愛想笑い 霊ザービーム 66, 67, 68, 69, 70 空気読めない 鬼ラッシュ 71, 72, 73, 74, 75 自信喪失 サイコウェーブ 76, 77, 78, 79, 80 恋の 御祓いグラフィック Mob? Mob? Where do you go? Mob? Mob? Which do you go? Mob? Mob? How do you go? Love? Love? Just like Mob? If everyone is so special Maybe you can't be what you want to be 偽り 蔑み あたえても Your life is your own, OK? 特別な自分ならOK? それぞれの答え 見つかるだろう Mob Mob Whatever you want Mob Mob Whatever you want Mob Mob Whatever you want Move Move Just like Mob If you can notice not alone Maybe you will find your own answer 争い 憎しみ かかえたら Your life is your own, OK? 逃げだしたってOK それが出来るなら 間違わない If everyone is not special So you can be what you want to be 喜び 悲しみ かかえても Your life is your own, OK 特別じゃなくてもOK それぞれの答え 見つかるだろう 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع