Big K.R.I.T. - Urban Symphony (prod. Big K.R.I.T.) lyrics

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Big K.R.I.T. - Urban Symphony (prod. Big K.R.I.T.) lyrics

1st Verse (Guttah Waters) Let that sh** breath Yeah, extravagant sh** Uh, floral print pattern scattered cross the fountain blue Out on the balcony, overlooking a mountain view Bra** saxophones, orchestra playin out of tune As my mistress excuse herself to the powder room Dark silhouette's disappear within a night sky Bad intentions slowly surface, he was a nice guy Due to circumstances that was never in his hands He feel like he went to heaven til' the devil want a dance But, she rolled her own and then past it, cuz she don't like to face Says she gets paranoid, she got a bad feelin' she don't like this place So we dipped, i don't know where we goin' but i like the pace Should see what state we in Had to look up out the window at the license plate Wild nights turn to quite days Hotels become hide aways She wasn't used to this life style, but that champagne is an acquired taste Eye candy for the scenery, its cool if you ain't' wanna be with me But that new n***a that you chose to stay jus gon treat you like you treated me I got 2nd Verse (Gri$walt) I got no time for people only filled with fear or hate If thats the case then imma bend until you f**in break Distort ya face, leave you wishing you could catch a date Im catchin rays smokin ounces til theres boutta an eigth Mind on haze, spinning clean like a jordan fade Raining so much on these hoes, call me the month of may Woah kimo sabe, mouth on fire wasabi, k**in these flows is my hobby Got all my swaq from my popi, copy cloned and recited Use my flow better cite it, this my turn I've decided to keep my po'nents ignited Yeah, take the pretty girl with the black hair to the back lair, she get the mac there Man its unfair, i got bad hoes, who got bad hoes, they crossed out tick-tack-toes s** on tits, but I'm lactose, i attack foes, keep the latched closed No Plaxico, you stay exposed, i stay enclosed, i decompose all who oppose Bytch 3rd Verse (kacpa) Bump some old jazz tunes in the weed filled rooms, where brooms would be needed From the ashes left high catching', pa** by the river, lickity split, kayak Rollin' papaya, ohh shyt, afro, she be my disiac, getting' dizzy in the sack Now its back to the rhyme to the set f** the rest Dime for the varse varsity, can't be f**in with the inter mural Inter muted, shot right before the interlude After, paint a mural of a naked honey goin' dummy on my tip Desperate waitress, contagious, you hear it, you spread it Philadelphia white on ya bagel, this city of life light through a cable Regurgitating that fatal, crew purpitrating ya table water desert Reminded of past occurences, currency is currently The verdict is poured, sweaty palms from the sword slayin' dragons left and right Miles play the sax right if she play the s** right Game kids with decks of cards split get tossed Empty bottles, soda cans, roaches, ashes, pieces, condoms, and f**ed up condos Momnunay

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