Текст песни ArtOfficial - Big City Bright Lights

Chorus (repeat x 2)
Big city bright lights ya the type for a dreamer
Every dark avenue has a life full of secrets
Get lost in the sequence or found in the reason
From the top of the buildings to the edge of the beaches
Big city bright lights (repeat x 4)
From the top of the buildings to the edge of the beaches
Every dark avenue has a life full of secrets

Logics (verse 1)
I’m from the land of the sun home of a million and one
Cultures that drum to different rhythms but we share the same tongue
I call it home some call it escape
When I roam I always retrace when left alone she misses my face
Holds the memories I thought I erased
Cause they’re embedded in the clouds they come down when it rains
Half way between the city and the country between a shade and a sun beam
Part timers and drug kings
All trying to hustle trying to put some heavy muscle
Behind everything aspiration every hope every dreams
Can’t let the city crush you everyone will try to touch you
When you flip your situation and nonbelievers believe
Ya and non believers believe
Ya and non believers believe
Can’t let the city crush you everyone will try to touch you
When you flip your situation and nonbelievers believe

Chorus

Newsense (verse 2)
And I’m in tune with it the city’s heart beats slow
I can feel it cause the streets got a concrete pulse
Watch my feet grow roots I stand so solidly
Buildings keep growing like time-lapsed photography
Scrape the sky scratch Heavens belly
Come to the city of God and catch seven deadly
Sins its like chaos with electric heat
And dead at night the city lights give me restless sleep
Pardon me its hard to be
Within arms reach of where you really think you ought to be
Trying to be at the top part of me wants to stop
Curiosity killed the cat ignorance ate him alive
So I’m going to keep wondering why till the day that I die
But I’m staying alive that’s my echo in these city walls
Ringing forever or at least until these buildings fall

Chorus

Logics (verse 3)
Cuban princess Mr. Business
Mrs. gets rich quick on lottery tickets
Those out kicking those out copping
Those living under bridges smoking rocks and
Non stopping pop locking
Corporate kiss ass on the search for stock options
Ravers clubbers hip-hop lovers
Forced underground cause we ain’t trendy this summer
Runners readers leaders believers
Teachers yelling out freedom for seekers
City made of secrets walls made of silence
Sun comes down traffic starts piling