Joburg State of Mind by TSA Lyrics
[Chorus I]
Welcome to the city of dreams fast cars, beautiful women, drug
Addiction and temptation friends come and go
This is the life we chose
Concrete jungle lions and buffalos in my wallet
Gimme more gimme more, more money and power
Shit I ain't gone till November, I'll be back in an hour
I'm just tryna get my weight up I'm a capitalist nigga
And no I'm not a killer but my finger waiting on the trigger
[Verse 1]
Welcome to the bright lights cameras flashing
There's a lil' buzz in the air and these kids wanna catch it
Infatuated with a lifestyle of being a superstar
Rocking the most expensive weaves or driving a flashy car
Let's do the math a bit, if I can drop this record on the radio I
Might just be the dopest rapper don't mean to be arrogant
But let's be honest, I'll never get to bone that yellowbone if I can
Call her up at night just to tell her I'm home alone
So I, spit lyrics that sound like live bullets that pierce through
The vest of every policeman that's crooked
This is the life I chose I put the city on my backbone feet planted
Into the ground as I get in my zone
My mind drifting as I write this song I'm hearing screams outside I
Wonder what's going on (x2)
[Chorus]
Welcome to the city of dreams fast cars, beautiful women, drug
Addiction and temptation friends come and go
This is the life we chose
Concrete jungle lions and buffalos in my wallet
Gimme more gimme more, more money and power
Shit I ain't gone till November, I'll be back in an hour
I'm just tryna get my weight up I'm a capitalist nigga
And no I'm not a killer but my finger waiting on the tri
VERSE 2
Look into the eyes of a beautiful child
Intoxicated by the lights and beautiful lies
The city is a dancefloor you jump and you jive
And an index finger serves as a passport to your grind
I'm on my way to the T.O.P
But my first checkpoint is a drop off zone by the name of Corner Bree
The home of all the hustlers
Running around in the streets
Ain't no time to play fair you gotta play for keeps
This is home my nigga
011 my nigga
Live by the gun and u die by the trigger
Mr officer why do you wanna shoot me?
Is it because I want better service delivery?
You know I deserve better cause I'm tax payer
And where are all the criminals if you're the fucking killer?
I just need to know real quick but until then ya'll can suck my dick!
Welcome to the city of dreams fast cars, beautiful women, drug
Addiction and temptation friends come and go
This is the life we chose
Concrete jungle lions and buffalos in my wallet
Gimme more gimme more, more money and power
Shit I ain't gone till November, I'll be back in an hour
I'm just tryna get my weight up I'm a capitalist nigga
And no I'm not a killer but my finger waiting on the trigger
[Verse 1]
Welcome to the bright lights cameras flashing
There's a lil' buzz in the air and these kids wanna catch it
Infatuated with a lifestyle of being a superstar
Rocking the most expensive weaves or driving a flashy car
Let's do the math a bit, if I can drop this record on the radio I
Might just be the dopest rapper don't mean to be arrogant
But let's be honest, I'll never get to bone that yellowbone if I can
Call her up at night just to tell her I'm home alone
So I, spit lyrics that sound like live bullets that pierce through
The vest of every policeman that's crooked
This is the life I chose I put the city on my backbone feet planted
Into the ground as I get in my zone
My mind drifting as I write this song I'm hearing screams outside I
Wonder what's going on (x2)
[Chorus]
Welcome to the city of dreams fast cars, beautiful women, drug
Addiction and temptation friends come and go
This is the life we chose
Concrete jungle lions and buffalos in my wallet
Gimme more gimme more, more money and power
Shit I ain't gone till November, I'll be back in an hour
I'm just tryna get my weight up I'm a capitalist nigga
And no I'm not a killer but my finger waiting on the tri
VERSE 2
Look into the eyes of a beautiful child
Intoxicated by the lights and beautiful lies
The city is a dancefloor you jump and you jive
And an index finger serves as a passport to your grind
I'm on my way to the T.O.P
But my first checkpoint is a drop off zone by the name of Corner Bree
The home of all the hustlers
Running around in the streets
Ain't no time to play fair you gotta play for keeps
This is home my nigga
011 my nigga
Live by the gun and u die by the trigger
Mr officer why do you wanna shoot me?
Is it because I want better service delivery?
You know I deserve better cause I'm tax payer
And where are all the criminals if you're the fucking killer?
I just need to know real quick but until then ya'll can suck my dick!