Hashtag Deep - Lights. Lyrics

Love, Sex, Drugs, Stress... City, Lights

I'm still sleeping on my granny couch, I'm tryna make it out the hood
Moms outchea thinking that my raps ain't really good
City life got me gravitating to the crooks
Niggers lying bout they lives, how it is and how it looks

Club life trippy, got me feeling really shitty
I can't afford a bottle, I could never make it litty
Pretty girls are never with me, never skuif me kitty
Cause I'm broke, and now they turning on me like they Timmy

Timmy Turner, I done turned up with the rich and all the famous
Your favorites are niggers who owe us, they need to pay us
But I'm broke, I'm living off granny and God's favors
And prayer, I'm not religious, but I'll do it for the paper

Cracking under pressure, spirit full of craters
Studying my future, the topic I really major
Smart drop out, momma says I betrayed her
The music is all that matters, I'll worry bout school later

Ooh hater, where you at? I've never had those
I never got to flex, I've always been broke
I know I say it quite a lot, it's the broken ego
The city did a number on me, and my migos

Ain't no luv in the city, it's really cold here
The hood is a struggle, need to be bold here
No fear, the pressure pilling I'm so near
To getting out, I just hope I never implode here

My first tape was a flop, I'm tryna get over it
I'm getting stronger with every disappointment I get
Joburg's tough, and that's the reason I ain't sobering
Love, sex, drugs
Getting my stress up

Letting my ex f*ck, I ain't having it
I'm tryna stunt on her plus her new nigger
Lemme me flex up
But now she a vixen, I want her back
But ain't no love in the city, it's just the raps