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Two -Two

You can find me where the city meets the skyline
Knocking back the whiskey like it's white wine
Says she's finished work, and so I bide time
Until I take her guard off and put it down beside mine.

It's fine, we watch the world go by.
Saw the whole world thorugh my girl's own eyes
And they were pale like the photosize
Coz everybody talks the truth no she knows those guys, but who?
Really, nothing of concern
see the city's on fire
watch the bridges as they burn
I disappear now I'm wishing she'd return
at the same time wishing I could learn
all this paper that I earned
the first bird gets the worm
the second mouse gets the cheese
trust
and I been sat down doing this with ease
too much ps someone take it for me please.

Can't get up
Spine won't let up
Lump in my neck ain't got time for a check up
I'm fed up
But what am I to do?
I'm worried bout you
My Mind won't let up
Spine won't let up
lump in my neck ain't got time for a check up
I'm fed up, yo
but what am I to do?
If I'm worried bout you?


I didn't write a second verse
So, I'll kick a free
I'm all about being me
LC ripping mics in the place to be
Ezra Collective we do this so frequently
It's me on the flipping mic
Yeah I said it right
I say it twice if I do this like every night
Shouts to Jorja
Met on the stage grab a water
now I talk to mrs bout her daughter
yeah I oughta switch up the flow a bit
let me see if I can come a bit more legit
In a boat no joke
I don't smoke
give a toke I don't do that
coming with some new raps
so who's that?
LC on the bigger mic
I might have said that twice
But anyways let me getaway and come back
kickin real raps
yeah have that

let up
won't get up
lump in my neck ain't got time for a check up
I'm fed up ah
but what am I to do?
I'm worried bout you
Im saying that my mind won't let up
spine won't let up
lump in my neck aint got time for a check up
I'm fed up but what am I to do?
If I'm worried bout you?

Yo I wrote another 15 or 16
I never worry - keep my - clean
I seen drugs ruin lives of the pristine
from the brown all the way down to the stiff green
the streets are mean but my mother ain't
and every late night yeah my mum would wait
and when I staggered home, drunk in a dumberstate
say it straight she'd fix me a plate stuff it in my face
I'd never run around the bits with the bangers really
but still the bangers in the bits either fan or fear me
coz if I talk about my feelings and them man are near me
chuck in some raps then a dapps
they can see it clearly
coz its insside of them
I grab the paper and I ride the pen
livin this life I ain't tryna end
So I can kick it for a foe never mind a friend
Waiting for feelings like can rhyme again

Ah can't get up
Mind won't let up
lump in my neck
ain't got time for a check up
I'm fed up
But what am I to do?
I'm worried bout you
Yo I'm saying that my mind won't let up
spine won't get up
lump in my neck ain't got time for a check up
I'm fed up
But what Am I to do?
Im worried bout you
I
Can't get up
Won't Let up
In my neck ain't got time for a check up
And yeah I'm fed up yo
but what am I to do?
If I been worried bout you?
I been sayin that my mind won't let up
Spine won't get up
Lump in my neck
Ain't got time for a check up
I'm fed up
But what am I to do?
If I been worried bout you?
you
you
you
If I been worried bout you
I sing it now
One one one
Two Two Two