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Clutch Child Of The City

magical guise as an example of its practical application. Whatever the case, it's good material for rock and roll lyrics." Child of the city, Mother

magical guise as an example of its practical application. Whatever the case, it's good material for rock and roll lyrics." Child of the city, Mother

the stolen citrus out they pyramids Merry without a slapstick mavericks plugged directly to 3rd rail surges Piss on electric mayhem through city commuter circuits Oooh child

candy, for the nose Niggas is a joke, I take a toke of the lye And all the batty boys go boom bye bye [Chorus] [Chilli Black:] Simply fucked up These

trust us, one whore gutters POV City hustlas, Ya gun motherfuckers [D.O.] Hit the gun away bumps man I got these niggaz Tell Caddillac to chill I'm about

sleeper drifts deeper into darkness Read my palm and see the evil of my forefather's Born after the last generation of gypsies Move from the sticks to the city

[Ron Clutch] I'm just a, big bang baller on a budget Dank weed, smokin like "fuck it" City slicker, country nigga, reppin straight from Kentucky Horseshoes

Clopin Morning in Paris, the city awakes To the bells of Notre Dame The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes To the bells of Notre Dame To the big bells

man, I think he's faking the band Y'all will either run the world or destroy it while holding hands Architect, terrible vet with bent flashback Me clutching