I've seen a sunset painted
That hardly compares
I know that nobody vacations
Where we come from down here
At night on Hindley Street
It looks like Halloween
You sick up your drinks
And in the church you found
Your high school sweetheart in a white gown
I really hate it that I miss the moments
Are you treating yourself kind?
You don't always
I know I talk too much when I get here
How are you changing?
Is it for the better?
I'll see you when I see you
What are the chances something
Like a scratchy
Made our own fun from scratch
Gordon Ramsay
They shut down the theme parks
Shut down the factories
Red Mitsubishi don't wear out
Your batteries
The skyscrapers don't scrap on the sky here
Baby bro, you have the same parties that I did
That pizza shop has Italian tomatoes
Spent too much on those and now her shop's closed
Ooh ahh, make it poetic
The hole in the O-Zone is making you freckled
You save up your pay for a sleigh then you wreck it
You wouldn't look twice at the places we rented
We stay with the bros like Wayans
Everything we overcame
Flew back in on a Boeing plane
Christmas is hot
Family show up late and I'm home again
There's an ambulance outside a house
The old lady she's walking out
I guess she's doing fine for now
Fine for now ay
Fine for now ay
Fine for now
We can see what they can't see
The city of angels, can't compete
With angels from hell, on my street
On my street ay
On my street ay
On my street