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wildcard - stomping grounds (feat. illmaculate) lyrics

chorus:

i don’t wanna leave tonight
i don’t wanna leave tonight
oooho oohoo

verse 1 (dead poet):

i’m from the itty+bitty city full of yards and hills
where b+tches run around, high on shards and pills
where darkness spills and the heartless chills
and wh0res perform oral for apartment bills
your poet get lifted on a daily basis
you criticizing that sh+t, trade me places
baby girl come out on the porch swing the ticket
she fourteen and wicked, and morphine addicted
hair in a rat’s nest, can’t pass a math test
but glad that passed class that’s packеd with her dad’s meth
‘round herе that sh+t’s a common occurrence
you better have a weapon or some drama insurance
tweaked a bit, most meth heads per capita
but don’t let my f+ckin’ deathbed burst capture ya
better move packs [?]
catch bad luck like proofing a billiard room
chorus:
i don’t wanna leave tonight
i don’t wanna leave tonight
oooho oohoo
i don’t wanna leave tonight
i don’t wanna leave tonight
oooho oohoo

verse 2 wildcard:

as i walked through the san gabriel valley of death
that’s a part of southern cali, la county is stretched
range from upper middle+class people balance and checks
to dark criminals with triple beams, balance, and meth
and both they’re in my heart that every single story i reflect
plus, those houses on the blocks even mormons would neglect
and be careful if you caught up at the wrong end of a session
g+ngb+ngers they’re eager to teach you a geography lesson
that’s why i walked with a weapon to every spot that i stepped in
palm trees hover above us and the darker is gettin’
and it’s ten miles west where the stars are born
a dream at big screens turned to hardcore p+rn
and their s+x slaves beats gettin’ pistol+whipped by eses
the city of angels ain’t just a f+ckin’ catchphrase
when i leave it just compels me to suffer
f+ck if heaven got a ghetto, i hope h+ll’s got a suburb
chorus:
i don’t wanna leave tonight
i don’t wanna leave tonight
oooho oohoo
i don’t wanna leave tonight
i don’t wanna leave tonight
oooho oohoo

verse 3 illmaculate

okay, soldiers grab your gear
hoodies and jackets here
‘cause it rains over half the year
yeah, my city is f+cked up as yours
guns busting tours
policemen to rough up the poor
blood puffing, young bucks frontin’
guns tucked in drawers
no justice, this is just us
f+ck love, it’s war
i fight ‘til i have no enemies left
‘cause the only thing as pretty as death is the city i tread
it’s home with a rose garden and the homeless go starvin’
i’m hopin’ to go far in the role of a broke artist
how loading a whole quarter [?]
my soldiers stay suited the bust i ain’t moving them drugs but made to it
because i refuse to become the same dude i give change to on the bus
man, if you only know i gave you the total truth
the close view to portland that you get just rollin’ through
chorus:

i don’t wanna leave tonight
i don’t wanna leave tonight
oooho oohoo

- wildcard lyrics

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