Lyrics Belly – Street Cathedral
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Ninety-nine problems with a hundred dreams
Caught a million dirty only worth about a hundred clean
Night vision all I’m seeing is the color green
Two Verizons, dreaming bout a new horizon
My wave got ’em scuba diving, the new Poseidon
Bury my truth, this lead is a proof, tearing my suit, my only fear is that you’re scared to be you
When your true colors showing, you show up out of the blue
Dressed black as the night, guess you’ll be mourning me too
Come through I save a morning or two
Please pray for me mama, my karma carries a flu
So what’s a snake to a charmer, that spends too much on designer
Can you tell me the truth? can you tell me why my foes in cahoots
Life sentence, every sentence is life
Fuck love I can never get the sentiment right
Man, fuck it
Primo, it’s the chemo you know
Feel like Nino, feel like Nicki in Casino you know
Feel like Paul he couldn’t go like drinking Vino you know
Or maybe Remo moving millions down in Rio you know
Street cathedral
Half the shit I’m buying I don’t want for real (I don’t even want it)
I copped a Ghost so I can haunt the hills (skrt)
I swear sometimes I feel possessed by it
Sex, drugs that’s the best diet
A millionaire can still be pour as shit
A broke man can still be more than rich
I know that more exist
I took the purple pill from Morpheus and Lawrence Fish
I remember watching everybody leave, scraping up some weed just to breathe in that same apartment
Trying to kill the pain with some Percocets
Pop two more before they even started working yet
Cold! Denim jacket was my only cover
Same year they got my father and my older brother
Women lie and try to say that I’m their only lover
Fuck it, only lover
I tell her try it on a different sucker
I get high and start thinking of her
Primo, it’s the chemo you know
Feel like Nino, feel like Nicki in Casino you know
Feel like Paul he couldn’t go like drinking Vino you know
Or maybe Remo moving millions down in Rio you know
Street cathedral
Berlin Benz’s custom leather need designo
Big green, Lou Ferrigno you lose the signal
There’s no connection, go you so collected
But now you rose from the ashes of the smoking section
Primo, it’s the chemo you know
Feel like Nino, feel like Nicki in Casino you know
Feel like Paul he couldn’t go like drinking Vino you know
Or maybe Remo moving millions down in Rio you know
Street cathedral
