Inner City

Up in the Inner City cruising the vicinity Drink I got a little in me, not to much to feel it really Lights flickering, a clippers lit the smoke around me When I’m on my ones I wonder what you're wondering about me I’m suitable like a suit at a ball But right now I’m more trackies in the mall Hoodie on with the hood, up that’s the rule Light it up, I dial you up, why not pick up, I know you see my call Phone line dead, wait a minute It’s only been a second I ain’t gonna ring it Anything on the other end I ain’t hearing it Leave a message, make an exit, just know I am here, innit Cab back cuz I know I got limits Getting to the finish doesn’t mean you win it City lights sitting in the mirror and I’m saying Sunny Sunday afternoon there’s nothing here to do Moving soon to the Moon, high up it's never gloom Far away from the fumes that we are used to And any other shit that was used too But now I’m back in the room Up off my high horse now I’m just like you Just like new, never used and never been bruised I’m a thousand pieces puzzled, muddled up, you got me feeling bemused So hang around just a little I’m stuck like brick I’m in The Middle I write 2 eight bars, don’t need a Nickel Cuz there ain’t a reason to be non committal, keep it real never fickle But now I’m in the inner cities vicinity Orange glow, with a little liquor in me Doubt your awake cuz its twenty to three But if you are, you ain’t far, hit me up and we’ll see