It’s times like these you learn to live again It’s times like these you give and give again It’s times like these you learn to love again It’s times like these time and time again I am a one way motorway I’m the one that drives away Then follows you back

Shawty, she open I got her soaking We could just stay low key Everything okay I think I found my new bae In the city where she stay She look like she from LA I might hit her with this work Make her feel like I'm her first

Does it almost feel like How am I gonna be an optimist about this? And the walls kept tumbling down In the city that we love Grey clouds roll over the hills Bringing darkness from above But if you close your eyes, Nothing changed at all? And if you close

Oh, my my, that's just the way we do it Cut off Levi's and kickin' country music Miles from nowhere, there ain't no city limits And that's where you're gonna find us havin' a small town big time Hangin' out at the old park pool Right after Sunday school

Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams For they're deep and they're wide And the world is on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride Ring them bells Saint

Me and all my niggas doin' well, doin' well, dawg You not from the city, I could tell, I could tell, dawg Did it, did it, did it by myself, by myself, dawg Blew up and I'm in the city still, I'm still here, dawg Doin' well, dawg Yeah, me and all my How

If I could wave my magic wand I'm not one to believe in magic Don't ask me Can't you see My temperature's rising I am made from the dust of the stars And the oceans flow in my veins Here I hide in the heart of the city Like a stranger coming out of the

Can't stop now don't you know I ain't never gonna let you go Came in from the city Walked into the door I turned around when I heard the sound Of footsteps on the floor Love just like addiction Now I'm hooked on you I need some time to get it right

Can't you save me? From the bottom of the ash I rose, yeah To the top I go Where I’m from its cold But I don’t need this coat, keep my sleeves rolled Got my city’s area code on my shoulder, 216 forever in my soul Swear to God every single night its gets

If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma