lil kyo XR - Downtown Lyrics

(On god, best in the 518
We are, you know that, know it
5 ain't ready for us
They next up tho, the whole 5 next up)
(Yea)
(Yea)
Twilight skies still mask my open lungs
Crisp autumn air, still breathe all with my hoodie on
The sound of silence, and cop car violence
The flash of burnt scarlet and indigo blue violets
Breeze through the city while I
I kick my high again
Just came from the stu, had a good time with it
My phone on dnd, just perceiving the works
Of a kid who barely knows his own perceivable worth
Some exceptions to the rule, some texts pop thru
Ou
My homie Speig hit the line with a dime Ou
I peep, like naw, now where the links, so let me slide thru
Got some cream, might cop a bottle, told me cop two
Now what's the inner works?
If shawty got a bad spanish homegirl, man, tell her to bring to her friend with her
Soaking in depression, how this finna work
He text me back like nigga, stop being weird, Imma get the herb
(Foreign skies blinded me to empty charms
I crossed the ocean and fell into your arms
So sure so wrong
You sang me a simple tune I took it for a song)
(Yea)
(Uh)
I hope the pussy like nirvana
Freshly coated in gray Jay's and black joggers
Don't really wanna bother but
I've been in a slump, so fuck, nigga
What's the problem, now what's the problem
The grass crunch like lays under my Jay's
Chip on shoulder from hoes who still play
Full moon luminescent, brighter than some white ups
On jut, niggas clock, the type to already size up
You know the glare of the light still stop me cold
Yea
And my soul is too ice ice ice ice
And my head is too ice ice ice
I got a, got a hoe on the ice ice
Homie dead, dried blood up on the ice ice
Rest in peace for the war you've been born into
God orphaned you
And filled your mind with illusions Baddies and masawhipping foreign coupes
A virgin to the game, now how you gone shoot?
(Foreign skies blinded me to empty charms
I crossed the ocean and fell into your arms
So sure so wrong
You sang me a simple tune I took it for a song)

(On god, best in the 518
We are, you know that, know it
5 ain't ready for us
They next up tho, the whole 5 next up)
(Yea)
(Yea)
Twilight skies still mask my open lungs
Crisp autumn air, still breathe all with my hoodie on
The sound of silence, and cop car violence
The flash of burnt scarlet and indigo blue violets
Breeze through the city while I
I kick my high again
Just came from the stu, had a good time with it
My phone on dnd, just perceiving the works
Of a kid who barely knows his own perceivable worth
Some exceptions to the rule, some texts pop thru
Ou
My homie Speig hit the line with a dime Ou
I peep, like naw, now where the links, so let me slide thru
Got some cream, might cop a bottle, told me cop two
Now what's the inner works?
If shawty got a bad spanish homegirl, man, tell her to bring to her friend with her
Soaking in depression, how this finna work
He text me back like nigga, stop being weird, Imma get the herb
(Foreign skies blinded me to empty charms
I crossed the ocean and fell into your arms
So sure so wrong
You sang me a simple tune I took it for a song)
(Yea)
(Uh)
I hope the pussy like nirvana
Freshly coated in gray Jay's and black joggers
Don't really wanna bother but
I've been in a slump, so fuck, nigga
What's the problem, now what's the problem
The grass crunch like lays under my Jay's
Chip on shoulder from hoes who still play
Full moon luminescent, brighter than some white ups
On jut, niggas clock, the type to already size up
You know the glare of the light still stop me cold
Yea
And my soul is too ice ice ice ice
And my head is too ice ice ice
I got a, got a hoe on the ice ice
Homie dead, dried blood up on the ice ice
Rest in peace for the war you've been born into
God orphaned you
And filled your mind with illusions Baddies and masawhipping foreign coupes
A virgin to the game, now how you gone shoot?
(Foreign skies blinded me to empty charms
I crossed the ocean and fell into your arms
So sure so wrong
You sang me a simple tune I took it for a song)