Built To Write - Wild World lyrics

[Intro] [Hook: Dee-Up] So what you doing, where you are, and where do you belong? I wonder if the night, (does the night) does the night really need you more? You seem lost. So what you doing, where you are, and where do you belong ? Street walker. Street Walker. Why won't you just come home? You seem lost. I wonder if the night really needs you more? [Verse 1: Doc Science] In this fast-lane life, set the pace with your hustle I'm too cool to run, so I calmly rebu*tal With a sharp step, try to keep myself out of trouble While I walk these streets surrounded by struggle But it's still beautiful. I remind you of that And Talib said it best, don't be blind to the fact It's the birthplace of rap. Conception of punk Jazz, soul, and funk is what influenced us And we thrive after daylight, our stars shine bright, so Urban nights traded in the moon for the sun Move through the city, her and I flow as one At night, terror comparisons are so few, to none The feeling that she gives, is like ?uest' on the drums If you listen to here theme, her soundtrack is Pun Talk slick and flip language. We're never outdone Set trends and change standards, Quick with the tongue The big picture, get it? More than on camera, we live it The city's intertwined with my image. She made me who I am. Can't forget it [Hook: Dee-up] [Verse 2: Inqwesson] Is it odd that I feel at peace When there's pavement under my feet And my face is surrounded by a city scene? It's the gritty, the greed Or it's the uncut, drug-lust For the love and the hate that it brings It's the way of things in the water where the sharks' swimming Hard to stay afloat in this ocean when both of your arms missing Trying to stay on top, brothers and fallen angels If you get knocked then the cop's calling my name too And life's a b**h, better yet, a feisty vixen The type of chick that likes to bite when she's kissing It's just pleasure and pain, or road-tested gorgeousness Y'all can play king of the streets, no sense of ownership My only defense, my home, is sick and it's secured If I hate this world, gotta' live with its terms It's like, I love my life, though I know that the end is near When I do finally go, don't shed a tear. I was here! [Hook: Dee-Up] [Verse 3: Face Valyou] Just a traveling man headed somewhere Count your bus fare. Smell trucks in the air Kicks out the shoe box, tight as a drum snare Check the skyline, rooftop and a sun chair Hundreds of buildings. Anybody home upstairs? Thousands of bodies. There's love to spare Come prepared. Metropolis could swallow you whole The block stays hot when it's cold cause cops patrol It's a Wild World, hard to control, jungle's been concrete For so long we forget what's beyond streets Find a forest on your GPS. Need to reconnect Though we're in close quarters. Everything's around the corner Cross town traffic, wether whippin' or hoofin' From Roanoke, Virginia to Brooklyn There's a show downtown. Party in Southwest A jam in the Lower East. Turn mothers out [Hook: Dee-Up] [Outro]