Up in the Inner City cruising the vicinity
Drink I got a little in me, not to much to feel it really
Lights flickering, a clippers lit the smoke around me
When I’m on my ones I wonder what you're wondering about me
I’m suitable like a suit at a ball
But right now I’m more trackies in the mall
Hoodie on with the hood, up that’s the rule
Light it up, I dial you up, why not pick up, I know you see my call
Phone line dead, wait a minute
It’s only been a second I ain’t gonna ring it
Anything on the other end I ain’t hearing it
Leave a message, make an exit, just know I am here, innit
Cab back cuz I know I got limits
Getting to the finish doesn’t mean you win it
City lights sitting in the mirror and I’m saying
Sunny Sunday afternoon there’s nothing here to do
Moving soon to the Moon, high up it's never gloom
Far away from the fumes that we are used to
And any other shit that was used too
But now I’m back in the room
Up off my high horse now I’m just like you
Just like new, never used and never been bruised
I’m a thousand pieces puzzled, muddled up, you got me feeling bemused
So hang around just a little
I’m stuck like brick I’m in The Middle
I write 2 eight bars, don’t need a Nickel
Cuz there ain’t a reason to be non committal, keep it real never fickle
But now I’m in the inner cities vicinity
Orange glow, with a little liquor in me
Doubt your awake cuz its twenty to three
But if you are, you ain’t far, hit me up and we’ll see
