Tekster:
City Lights Make A Sound

your clothes To let me know: I'm not the only one in the picture; I'm not the only one in your picture. [musical break] Don't you make a sound. She

mixtape that shit sounded like a album Who'da thought a country wide tour'd be the outcome Labels want my name beside the X like Malcolm Everybody got a

I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place

I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place

my eyes and drift away Tell me, tell me, tell me bedtime stories Tell me in a very special way Watching the night lights through the window Sounds of the city

have a thing to say So you are the only light I see You are the only light I need When everybody else

need a rub Rub a dub, a dub, dub Rub a dub, a dub, a dub Me and my speakers Speakin' sub a sub sub Sub a sub, a sub a sub Sub a sub, a sub a sub You

a mixtape, that shit sounded like an album Who'd a thought a country-wide tour would be the outcome Labels want my name beside an X like Malcolm Everybody got a

critics And fuck them billboard and the billboard status me kick it You fucked up for a while up outta the town but that was a trial Man and I don't