3rdSyllable - Vice City Lyrics

I'm coming back from the plug
Sit in the camry
The camera is snapping the blunt
Blasted, above
All of you, all of the clouds are below me, the people don't know me
I'm hoping to get all ya love
That's what the media do
We all addicted to drugs
Cup of coffee
And we get too comfy
While we staring at the TV up in the front
This is the setting we love
Everything settled no need to work hard or work up
Everybody floating up
Vices, like the city I'm in is tough
Type of city that is angry at hate
Angry at things that are changing, but wait
Take a look up at the stats!
They say on TV the sun doesn't shine on your plate
Even though you got a house
Even though you got a whip
You getting lazy
You flick
Cameras on, battles on
You maybe forget
How to be without connections to make a connection
Without a phone
Sit at a dinner, converse at a date
Properly set up your fate
Seal it, inspire, retire, then you be awake
Get it how I want it when it's time
I be on the grind
You know that I get it past the line
Pass it every time
I be sitting cold
On my own
Darci
All alone
I be spitting vibes
Getting dimes
And I multiply
Everything by two
Roll it up
Read it
Dubbing you
I be on my phone
Ringing ringing
They be calling home
Gladly I'm alive
I spend time
I be in the zone
I be on the road
In my prime
I stay in the light
Got a hole in my chest for a whole year
I be coughing and holding my chest, fear
As I die I ain't ever gonna part ways
With the game
Gotta learn how I do play
Gotta move gotta do what I do hate
I'm a man that's troubled in a confused place
Everybody is changing what everything means
Any means, you get it so you can live dreams
What's tough is dreaming of a reality
Smoke pot
You get it so you can get lost
Get up and get tossed out of a plane
Plane Jane that's money that's making everything
Look fuzzy, look weird
Take a look here
You look scared
Here's money, here's a book, here
Write me a lil story bout ya' whole life
Tell me what I like, what I do hype
In music, that's streets, beats
Conversations that's dead - beat
Fathers walking out, less reach
Towers down, there's no bars
Peep
Elements of this lost heat
Everything that I touch, bleach
That's the white in me
Cough
Clean
Put this stuff in your
Thoughts
Jeans
Get it how I want it when it's time
I be on the grind
You know that I get it past the line
Pass it every time
I be sitting cold
On my own
Darci
All alone
I be spitting vibes
Getting dimes
And I multiply
Everything by two
Roll it up
Read it
Dubbing you
I be on my phone
Ringing ringing
They be calling home
Gladly I'm alive
I spend time
I be in the zone
I be on the road
In my prime
I stay in the light
You know that I get it how I want it when it's time
I be on the grind
You know that I get it past the line
Pass it every time
I be sitting cold
On my own
Darci
All alone
I be spitting vibes
Getting dimes
And I multiply
Everything by two
Roll it up
Read it
Dubbing you
I be on my phone
Ringing ringing
Ringing ringing
They be calling home
Gladly I'm alive