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Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty gritty Been down, isn't it a pity Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city All around, people looking half-dead Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head It ain't affect us We get correct novels and neglecting There's summer in the city Those shadows already checked in the Couple of them, struggles again Don't want it with them Don't let One or two struggle again 'Till it hits home So many gimmicks alone Now push these limits, social physics Fool, to come on they phone and say "Smile for the camera" Natural, making gritty glamorous Defect from all these unpaid actors Madness has happened Nobody panicking, that damaging damage and claps the callousness, that's fatuous And they know what's factual In actual fact the world's been whacked Letras de cancionesAnd you don't care and yes, I get that but I need a little later, I'm a [?] [?] I'm a write-up And I'm planning right from wrong though I knew it all along Seems the summer in the city, and there's always one to come Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty gritty Been down, isn't it a pity Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city All around, people looking half-dead Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head I seen it all I seen the scene like a spectacle Susceptible, diseases treated like a fucking festival No quarantine or worry-tine like "Is this mess amendable?" Obsession over wrongful leaders, made 'em all electable I'm best of all They're the biggest criminals, who arrest 'em all Blacks all identical Lifestyle symmetrical Let's not forget them females in third-worlds It's so unethical They're meant for you Sit on your arse Make this shit acceptable Don't nations, don't do zilt Them's playin' hide-and-seek with this youte just to pride your guilt But when they got you on that stretcher, could you treasure all those gestures or you 'bout to die alone? History, everyone forgets ya 'Cause we rushing regrets And we doing these bullets like it's Russian Roulette, nah nah Rushing regrets We'll dodge these bullets like it's Russian Roulette Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty gritty Been down, isn't it a pity Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city All around, people looking half-dead Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head From Letras Mania