Boba Boyz - The New Tokyo District ロサンゼルス | Текст песни

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[B.Payne]
The New Tokyo District
Los Angeles California
The year is unknown
Modern life is now a different story

[Mr.Sky]
In the town that never sleeps you can catch us diggin up caskets
Mobbing through the streets i'll keep my opinions in brackets
The street lights flashing suspicions will keep us dashing
I'm mashing my thoughts and feelings
I'm illing the real opinion
I'm dealing the cards your stealing
Subjectively called the villain, the dirty, the rotten scoundrel
Moving through the city committing the nitty gritty
It's funny but it's not pretty
My soldiers, we move in silence
Best stay out the way don't make us resort to violence
I'm losing all my patience the feds are my acquaintance
I'm literally thugging, so bitterly chugging
This boba tea all for me pay no fee
Jollibees is where we fucking kick it with the goons
Bouncing of the walls like some freaking cartoons
Planning out our next heist, shooting up some double dice
Sitting there and wondering if we're ever gonna catch a break
Yakuza be fucking up our city here for goodness sake

[Mr.Sky & 2DKai]
Catch us in the backstreets, New Tokyo LA
The streets are fucking cluttered, New Tokyo LA
Bodies in the gutter, New Tokyo LA
New Tokyo LA
New Tokyo LA

[2DKai]
In the town that never sleeps it's easy to be the best
Squad don't believe in rest
All windows are reflecting perspectives so shitty
People trying 50% less
Everything is a test we pass it with flying colors
Fuck starving with all the others give repans to kids and mothers
Hands stay in my pockets packing bullets bombs and rockets
Yeah you know you're never safe
Goons steady robbing banks, yung hoes packing shanks
Catch us in the backstreets filling up the napsacks
Stacking all this mad cash sipping on the boba
Backpacks on our shoulders got the hoodies on deck
Street smarts never lose a motherfucking bet, yeah
Stop trapping when i'm fucking dead, yeah
Street pigs fill them full of lead
New Tokyo dystopia in a global depression
Law enforcing expression, supression
The only colors painted in this cities fucking red
Art is dead
The people are dying while the politicians sleep in their beds
Billboards full of lies, Storm in your eyes
Tell them that it's all in their heads
This shit simply just isn't fun to me fundamentally any enemy trying to put bullets into me
Can never compare to what the city has did to me, Bitch

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