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This one's not for going away This one's for the Hills to the bay This one is for the hometown pride Tonight tonight This is a scumbag story My whole heart Less in black all where the apex all caused part My humble start Blunts that we rolled up View of the city First pulser in a Pulsar Was it a Pintara dreaming of an Impala Taming of the shrew these formal suits are a thin armour And a suit Ferrari feeling all super starry The days I worn 'em, girls love me and my cruising army Ha I've been there, tell I've felt the future tugging I've seen the dukes of nothing In the cars zooming past me Even a few thats nasty I've copped a few cherries I've popped a few of my own Some say its too many I say its just enough I had my first kiss First tag, first fight, first spit shutless Letras de cancionesFirst fuck, first drink, first rap verses All in my hometown where the birds sing This one's not for going away This one's for the Hills to the bay This one is for the hometown pride Tonight tonight See its a bit colder where I came from Especially in the foggy mornings tryna stay warm Especially walking home with a crayon Til everything here got my name on "What did he write bro?" Screaming cool across the valley Then drop the bally Some minor crimes and here to party up Its for the tally Hoes are off and order in hungrys and Quarter baggies in my head Yeah well we're fatties and we're rolling fatties Low [?] fuck the climate and fuck assignments Without a sense of time emotion and there's nothing like it Mother asks you your career, you say 'undecided' She's like 'Never get to see you since you started driving' And all you wanna do is fucking die young And stay pretty forever Ripped to friends we lost my eyes run Thinking back to the day I got the call And my focus is the moment won't forget You know it all is for you This one's not for going away This one's for the Hills to the bay This one is for the hometown pride Tonight tonight Its the classic shit If I knew the difference I'd have gone make all my lyrics or would've had a Fit from bathroom cabinets or fast lane weaving through the Traffic it was always my belief And I'm no Catholic so fuckin I'm a Maverick And the city your church Its crystal hairs not sock and I'm with this While other guys are tweaking My demons try appearing But I'm not tryna feed 'em So I decide I'm leaving But I couldn't find a reason So I focus on my hobbies Started blowing up like pressure mines Hoping I'll tread softly but I'll never Cos they're home and they hope I know they're watching But its so exhausting The recording shows in tone All the pressure, all the cities Sometimes I wanna quit Other times I wanna kill it 'til these rappers on my dick Telling me I am the best Yeah I'm hoping all these years But I know I am the shit because I work for all I get Where my city baby This one's not for going away This one's for the Hills to the bay This one is for the hometown pride Tonight tonight From Letras Mania