RILEY - Lost City Lyrics

I'm just tryna chill back
Listen to some old Mac
Never really talked smack
Now I'm wearing all black
Even with the pack
Wearing off that
Smile, cheese, like a rat

I don't think I'm going back
Always runnin' on the track
Skip over every crack
Never break my mother's back
Hit em with the snap
Never hit the trap
Lost City might need a map
Need a map

Moonbounce
Like I copped an ounce
Tryna make it count
Gotta make the money bounce
Worried about a cop car
Broken heart healed the scar
Now I'm playing in the stars
Jumping way past Mars

Deep within my skin
Shots I never miss
Started with a kiss
Just a small-town guy
Early summer, mid-July
Never been so fly
Sit there and I lie
Sipping Henney with the Gin
Just tryna fit it