You live in the city You move to the country You live in the hills You stay by yourself You evade all wickedness Still some people they brand you yeah Just because you are rasta You evade all company When you check them in the new spying glass

How about we go and save the night Let's save the night And it's on tonight I can see you want it and so do I A little trouble in the city Trouble in my home She told me love don't live here anymore I wanna run to the light It's too dark in this part of

Turn up your night I will find you Make them dance Just like you 'Cause you make me move Yeah you always make me go I'll run away with your foot steps I'll build a city that dreams for two And if you lose yourself

Whoa-oh-oh-oh Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans

Com, commotion Git, git, git, gone Traffic in the city turns my head around No, no, no, no, no Backed up on the freeway, I'm backed up in the church Everywhere you look there's a frown, frown People keep a-talkin', they don't say a word Jaw, jaw, jaw,

You can live your life in a crowded city, You can walk along a crowded street. But the city really ain't no bigger than the friendly People, friendly people that you meet. You might be a sweet young, sweet young pretty, pretty, And at the dances you

I'm not giving it up And you're the only thing that's going on in my mind Taking over my life a second time I don't have the capacity for fucking You're meant to be helping me When I said I liked it better without my money, I lied It took a little while

Oh my God, oh my God If I die, I'm a legend When I pull up on a nigga Tell that nigga, "Back, back" I'm too good with these words Watch a nigga backtrack It's too late for my city I'm the youngest nigga reppin' They can't live this long

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up

Sleep with one eye open Gripping your pillow tight I pray the Lord my soul to keep Say your prayers little one Don't forget, my son To include everyone Tuck you in, warm within Keep you free from sin Till the sandman he comes