City Lights

[Intro: Pimp C (Sample)]
I-I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights (City lights, city lights)

[Chorus: Pimp C (Sample)]
I-I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city, I get tore up under city lights
I-I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights, tore-tore up under city lights
I-I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city, I get tore up under city lights
I-I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights, tore-tore up under city lights

[Verse 1: GrewSum]
Yeah, yeah
My dilated eyes find the city lights amazing
A hella tight Caucasian drinking on the right occasions
Serve 'em more than a light abrasion if they try to fade 'em
I'm hella faded from nine to five like an occupation
My head is off in the clouds, NASA rocket chasing
I'm so amazing I feel like I'm next to a constellation
A Labaholic who's addicted to the studio
The way I see it, your rhyming is like a booty hole
It's poopy, duty truly, there ain't no to thank 'em
I'm spitting game at these bitches like I was Peter Venkman
I even lay 'em, it's like a business, I'm wiener slinging
Like Oscar Mayer, except in this case it's Oscar Tyler
You're not on fire, I'm hot, I'm lava, you won't perspire
A lot of sweat, gotta get better or I'ma lock the tires
And stop your movement, unless you do shit to get it right
Cause I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights

[Chorus: Pimp C (Sample)]
I-I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city, I get tore up under city lights
I-I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights, tore-tore up under city lights
I-I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city, I get tore up under city lights
I-I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights, tore-tore up under city lights

[Verse 2: Kombine]
I'm straight up sore, I've been loving the way I'm living life
Got the fans drooling and ooing, reciting every line
I speak the truth, everybody else is counterfeit
You think that you're balling but I'm 'bout to sink your battleship
I battle better than anybody, I get it popping
The chickies flocking and loving the way that I be rocking
Soon I'll be flossing like a champ in a major way
I'm the whole potato and y'all are just Potato Lay's
I'll never fade away, I'll stick around like super glue
I'm super dope like Superman, I'm super super cool
I got you moving and shaking like a cellphone vibrating
Whenever I grab a mic everyone starts celebrating
I'm patiently waiting for opportunity to knock
The Labaholics will always have the rap game on lock
And if you're thinking any different, homie, get it right
Cause I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights

[Chorus: Pimp C (Sample)]
I-I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city, I get tore up under city lights
I-I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights, tore-tore up under city lights
I-I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city, I get tore up under city lights
I-I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights, tore-tore up under city lights

[Verse 3: Claas]
Haha! Yo!
Oh yeah, I wanna see the lights, but shit, it's kinda blurry
Cause I've been locked in this booth since, shit, like 7:30
And that's the a.m., it's kinda funny cause I like patience
To fuck with others but when it's tracks I ain't delaying
There ain't no waiting, I'm misbehaving, that's how I roll
My liquor game is insane, my brain, it lacks control
But when the sun's coming up I'm out there making moves
While y'all are bitching and moaning hoping to hit the snooze
That's why your girl sees the dick meat, she sees I am the man
She's staring at my cock (super hard) but she can see through pants
Now asking me to dance but all I want are drinks in hands
So, I'll be nice and give her back, you know what, do what I can
You know we got this, no problem, that's why you hate great
Man, you are blowing your cover repping that shake-weight
If you don't get it, that's fine, you still gon' be alright
Cause I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights

[Chorus: Pimp C (Sample)]
I-I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city, I get tore up under city lights
I-I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights, tore-tore up under city lights
I-I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city, I get tore up under city lights
I-I get tore, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights, tore-tore up under city lights

[Outro: Mars]
Yeah, what up? It's your boy Mars, the Crown Prince of Horrorcore, and you're listening to The Talk Shit Avenger Mixtape with my nigga GrewSum. Y'know what I mean!