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City Limits
Hip-Hop
City Limits was released on October 31, 2019 by URBNET Communications Inc./Fontana North as a part of the album Cherry Mongoose
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Release DateOctober 31, 2019
LabelURBNET Communications Inc./Fontana North
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Swamp Thing
Swamp Thing
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Wallace
Tim Wallace
Songwriter
Paul DeFrancesco
Paul DeFrancesco
Songwriter
Justin Lepine
Justin Lepine
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbuktu
Timbuktu
Producer

Lyrics

From back in the days to trapped in maze
from city to city the concrete we can't escape
from baby face ways to the rat race
from city to city the concrete we can't escape
Hot summer hot summer
Roll around St. Clair Ave with stunnas
89 Weston bus I’m on the come up
Use to hit dred for the ganja what up
Born on the Jane boss
Where little kids use that stain as a fame card
Sams and backies watch them trade off
Don’t fuck with phillys that’s lame sauce
We use to call the skydome the skydome
Now Every day the street cars pile on
Can’t get away from the pylons
Big bad junction baby broski this is my home
Hot sun slap down on a ball cap
Young gun one blunt w a twelve pack
No plan it was forest or the park
And we'd tork until the narcs crashed the party after dark
On some wild shit tripping by a fire pit
Hallucino genetics tryna edit my environment
On some dumb shit spittin over drum kicks
Just a buncha drunk kids doin what we done did
Yeah I remember when I reminisced
bunnin spliffs going thru papers more than Dunder miff
Run the risk Dust off the cobwebs
If it’s all down hill now get a bobsled
From back in the days to trapped in maze
from city to city the concrete we can't escape
from baby face ways to the rat race
from city to city the concrete we can't escape
Spent my summers in park getting drunk and pool hoppin’
moments like this don't come around too often
Blowing off steam you know the team fully obscene
roaming random cross streets homies gets motley
So hot Sweating straight out the shower
blowing up spots till there be no doubt about it
The humidity could fog your glasses
Where the fuck could Timmy Be?
Skipping all the classes
Under London bridges ran with the ruckus bringers
a Middle finger for doppelgängers
That wasn’t with us
Heat On the rough concrete
Yo I beat my liver up like it’s Duck confit
From back in the days to trapped in maze
from city to city the concrete we can't escape
from baby face ways to the rat race
from city to city the concrete we can't escape
Written by: Justin Lepine, Paul DeFrancesco, Tim Wallace
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