Bun B - Captive of the Sun (ft. Bun B) lyrics

[Verse 1] My misophonia brought the faders up Now she's a military grade In Dolby Surround, around 5.1 Cue the barking from the baritone Conductor in the pit for the car honk duet Half-tone harmony from the sewer Rebel youth choir belt phrases even newer Dump truck man drops the beat with trash cans Call 911! We got therapy demands Philharmonic got a first chair car crash Pan the falsetto to smash the gla** It's a drive-by lullaby that couldn't get worse A melody abandoned in the key of New York [Chorus] Where nothing comes after I'm a pa**time streamer Hanging from the rafters I don't get out I don't have fun Living like a captive of the sun [Bridge: Bun B] So I gotta put my shades on Riding through the city as I gets my escalade on Flipping down the streets that my reputation was made on King of the city, the mayor finna put a parade on Drop the confetti from off the rooftop While I come down candy and let my roof drop I got a baddie shotgun in a tube top With some daisy dukes on and some tube socks Listening to 2Pac You ain't know I do rock records I do it all I got my hands in some cookie jars You ain't knew at all I took a chance and threw caution up in the wind Cuz I got nothing to lose but got something to win We throw it up against the wall and see if it sticks It's gon' end up being a bomb or being the sh** They said the fix was in, guess we'll know when it's done Until then we'll just be captives of the sun [Verse 2] Sight read the chart Clap the rocks into sand A 12-pa** van on a pot-hole band stand Got an oil can hangover by default And trucks pave the roads with amphetamine salt Skull shaking cadence of the J train rolls The rhythm of defeat, repeating like a pulse Marching on and static, lyrics shout a retort To the melody abandoned in the key of New York [Chorus] Where nothing comes after I'm a pa**time streamer Hanging from the rafters I don't get out I don't have fun Living like a captive of the sun