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kimbula7 - our city lyrics

verse 1: kimbula7

how can i feel like i feel no more
moving those lips can feel like a war
she a nice b+tch but feelings don’t pour
legs so cold next move bold
sunshine dozed and i feel like a ghost
room full of eyes and the next door closed
she a bad b+tch, 7 lines on the coast
paradise island, a gem no flaws

hook: homies & kimbula7

drugs we love it!
f+cking up we love it!
pass that money
f+cking up we love it!
crashed and bl++dy
f+cking up we love it!
this my city!
this my city!
this my city!
this our city!
හුත්තෝ !

verse 2: kimbula7
oh wait oh wait oh wait oh wait
two many shots and i can’t see my face
two hot girls and i can’t see my way
rushed to the bathroom and these n+ggas eating cake
and you really wanna? really wanna talk about fate?
working+class women snorting away the hate
guess people got too much on their plates
like playing a game, paving their ways
met a friend called lucy, face to face
මෙන්න හුත්තෝ එනව පස්සෙන්, case to race
i just wanted a good time, not a place to stay
pushed against the wall & whisper, “it’s the place you crave”
swimming in this mdma like a crème brûlée
and i open up my eyes, a façade of fakes
blood pumping through their favourite vein
like puppets tamed with chains
so high like planes, the faster lanes
to lose your brains, and oozing stains
to lucy slaves

hook: homies & kimbula7

drugs we love it!
f+cking up we love it!
pass that money
f+cking up we love it!
crashed and bl++dy
f+cking up we love it!
this my city!
this my city!
this my city!
this our city!
drugs we love it!
f+cking up we love it!
pass that money
f+cking up we love it!
crashed and bl++dy
f+cking up we love it!
this my city!
this my city!
this my city!
this our city!
හුත්තෝ !

verse 3: kimbula7

woah
god gonna feel like, y’all gonna be like
there ain gon be no hope
අහ් හැන්දෑවේ හතරයි පවුලත් සමගයි
මුං ඔක්කොම dope, ado you wanna do some coke?
feel like acting woke, when i know im broke
ඕනදෙයක් for a snort, middle finger for hope
and a knife to the throat

1 shot 2 shot 3 shot 4 shot
uncle නං දැං dope
පාර්ලිමේන්තු talk
රට බේරන thoughts
කටවහපන් නාකියා
our future no hope
better get the pope
where tf my smoke?
where tf my cloak?
අහ් auntyත් විකුනණවා දැන් dope
her son od’ed by the court
these people smile with no joke
and i’m feeling bit nauseous
i rather not be cautious
and these b+tches be courteous
walking over these corpses
the rich kids with them porsches
the city of rawness covering up in these mosses
1 shot 2 shot 3 shot 4 shot
uncle නං දැං dope
පාර්ලිමේන්තු talk
රට බේරන thoughts
කටවහපන් නාකියා
our future no hope
better get the pope
where tf my smoke?
where tf my cloak?
අහ් auntyත් විකුනණවා දැන් dope
her son od’ed by the court
these people smile with no joke

- kimbula7 lyrics

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