《City Of Light Restrung(Explicit)》歌词

[00:00:00] City Of Light Restrung (Explicit) - Hilltop Hoods

[00:00:11] I'm from the city of light with a sky of vanilla

[00:00:13] Known as the city of churches home of the serial killer

[00:00:16] And in the summer it feels like a hundred degrees

[00:00:19] Where I'm from you might see Suffa MC

[00:00:22] Walking the traps trying to escape the map

[00:00:24] Ninety one was my sh*t I'm trying to take it back

[00:00:27] To when writers ran the line and transits ran the gambit

[00:00:30] My memories the paint let the track be my canvas

[00:00:33] Thirteen sitting in a park sipping wine casks

[00:00:36] Watching whole cars as they went flying past

[00:00:39] I couldn't paint so I rhymed to the writers

[00:00:41] They'd laugh light up a smoke

[00:00:42] And get blinded by their lighters

[00:00:44] 'Nasty Arts' ran my line evading cop cars

[00:00:47] And we looked up to them like they were rock stars

[00:00:50] Paint stained hands and fame like Manson

[00:00:52] That's Charles not Marilyn a city held to ransom

[00:00:55] Cans and markers Country Road parkers

[00:00:58] Hands of an artist left the landscape enchanted

[00:01:01] Until the government pigs had all the paint washed

[00:01:04] From our city walls end of the renaissance

[00:01:06] And so the walls where the colours once played

[00:01:09] Were replaced by the buff now a sullen blunt grey

[00:01:12] White washed shitty all grey all black

[00:01:14] Waiting for the kids of this city to take their walls back

[00:01:39] I'm from the city of light with a sky of vanilla

[00:01:42] Known as the city of churches home of the serial killer

[00:01:44] And in the winter the city sleeps dead in the freeze

[00:01:47] Where I'm from you might see Pressure MC

[00:01:50] Walking the traps trying to escape the map

[00:01:53] Ninety three was my sh*t I'm trying to take it back

[00:01:55] Got kicked out of school but I would have left in time

[00:01:58] With nothing but an ego and rap to get me by

[00:02:01] I swept floors packed orders

[00:02:02] When poor racked from Porters

[00:02:04] Liquor store just to score me a four track recorder

[00:02:07] Fifteen sneaking in the back door to the gig

[00:02:09] Thought I could rip bro trust me I fought for this sh*t

[00:02:12] 'Cos the city's darker than a starless night

[00:02:14] And treats a starter like a fresh piece of meat

[00:02:17] Greet the carving knife

[00:02:18] Till the day came when I'd scar consortiums

[00:02:20] I'd lay waiting train stations and parks my audience

[00:02:23] Before we had our beats made before we had a DJ

[00:02:26] We'd rock to a beat box before that sh*t was clichéd

[00:02:29] You see mate I refused to lay low and gave those

[00:02:32] Better years of my life to pave roads

[00:02:34] Live as hell we did it by ourselves

[00:02:37] The only secret to this sh*t is one that time will tell

[00:02:39] So breathe in cos the city invites

[00:02:42] Jealously pity and blight

[00:02:44] You're in the city of light