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vintage crop - 2k hip pocket lyrics

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[verse 1]
i’ve got concrete for sheets
i sleep on the streets
i’ve had a headache for weeks
and everybody here tweaks
i’m not evil, i’m unwashed
surrounded by wire+heads & foggy notes
diegetic rambling in the key of the city
a city that curdles at the loss of a coin+toss

[chorus]
nothing rhymes with me
i’m a man on the street
i’m always out of key
i’m a man on the street

[verse 2]
i love a gritty city
no lights in the skyline
i’m built for the nitty gritty
“protection, protection, protection”
calls the city at night
your claim is in review
within a few short weeks
someone will get back to you
[chorus]
nothing rhymes with me
i’m a man on the street
i’m always out of key
i’m a man on the street

[bridge]
on the polished concrete surface of the factory floor
the machines grow louder as you stare at me more
it’s not my fault if i can find steady work
it’s employers like you who determine my worth
it’s cold in the city where the lights don’t shine
you wish you could have slept in, well you’re walking through mine
crocodile tears for the man on the street
as sweatshop workers cry for relief

[outro]
i said crocodile tears for the man on the street
as sweatshop workers cry for relief

- vintage crop lyrics

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