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built to write - wild world lyrics

[intro]

[hook: dee-up]
so what you doing, where you are, and where do you belong?
i wonder if the night, (does the night) does the night really need you more?
you seem lost. so what you doing, where you are, and where do you belong ?
street walker. street walker. why won’t you just come home?
you seem lost. i wonder if the night really needs you more?

[verse 1: doc science]
in this fast-lane life, set the pace with your hustle
i’m too cool to run, so i calmly reb-ttal
with a sharp step, try to keep myself out of trouble
while i walk these streets surrounded by struggle
but it’s still beautiful. i remind you of that
and talib said it best, don’t be blind to the fact
it’s the birthplace of rap. conception of punk
jazz, soul, and funk is what influenced us
and we thrive after daylight, our stars shine bright, so
urban nights traded in the moon for the sun
move through the city, her and i flow as one
at night, terror comparisons are so few, to none
the feeling that she gives, is like ?uest’ on the drums
if you listen to here theme, her soundtrack is pun
talk sl!ck and flip language. we’re never outdone
set trends and change standards, quick with the tongue
the big picture, get it? more than on camera, we live it
the city’s intertwined with my image. she made me who i am. can’t forget it

[hook: dee-up]

[verse 2: inqwesson]
is it odd that i feel at peace
when there’s pavement under my feet
and my face is surrounded by a city scene?
it’s the gritty, the greed
or it’s the uncut, drug-l-st
for the love and the hate that it brings
it’s the way of things in the water where the sharks’ swimming
hard to stay afloat in this ocean when both of your arms missing
trying to stay on top, brothers and fallen angels
if you get knocked then the cop’s calling my name too
and life’s a b-tch, better yet, a feisty vixen
the type of chick that likes to bite when she’s kissing
it’s just pleasure and pain, or road-tested gorgeousness
y’all can play king of the streets, no sense of ownership
my only defense, my home, is sick and it’s secured
if i hate this world, gotta’ live with its terms
it’s like, i love my life, though i know that the end is near
when i do finally go, don’t shed a tear. i was here!

[hook: dee-up]

[verse 3: face valyou]
just a traveling man headed somewhere
count your bus fare. smell trucks in the air
kicks out the shoe box, tight as a drum snare
check the skyline, rooftop and a sun chair
hundreds of buildings. anybody home upstairs?
thousands of bodies. there’s love to spare
come prepared. metropolis could swallow you whole
the block stays hot when it’s cold cause cops patrol
it’s a wild world, hard to control, jungle’s been concrete
for so long we forget what’s beyond streets
find a forest on your gps. need to reconnect
though we’re in close quarters. everything’s around the corner
cross town traffic, wether whippin’ or hoofin’
from roanoke, virginia to brooklyn
there’s a show downtown. party in southwest
a jam in the lower east. turn mothers out

[hook: dee-up]

[outro]

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