Kojaque - Town's Dead lyrics

{Verse 1} I just got my head kicked in Tryna buy a bitta smoke Cus my face didn’t look the way it shoulda when I paid him Drank 6 tins, just to get the head straight Pulla straight, Spittin in the cold Wish I hadda bate him Patience Had the bookie bet and then I went and got notions Had to cheat the dealer got my nose bust open Fed up of the s-s-s-s-system still broken Tried to open up and people took it like a joke then Fed up of the “My da’d punch round your da” If I ever found mine I’d Punch um round for ya Dwellin on the past Got my present in a corset Pony on the dashboard Bookie bound, FLOOR IT Life’s that thing that ya do when ya can’t face pintin Head up in a bucket, teeth grindin Tried to buzz a buddy Better luck I’d strike lightning They all settled down or moved out or quit fighting {Chorus} Are you an expat? Sell patsy? Have a Da that’s a keyboard Nazi? You could be the big shot, round campus Help gentrify the flats to the Hamptons You could try the house share, try rentin Bitta money for the landlord’s pension Heads are gonna roll soon, No warning Town’s not dead it’s just dormant Are you an expat? Sell patsy? Have a Da that’s a keyboard Nazi? You could be the big shot, round campus Help gentrify the flats to the Hamptons You could try the house share, try rentin Bitta money for the landlord’s pension Heads are gonna roll soon, No warning Town’s not dead it’s just dormant {Verse 2} Now the corpos knockin down the flats Just to build a few gaffs Just to fill um with some triple barrel sir names Door frame wouldn’t fit the halo on your head Tell ya bu*ter wouldn’t melt in your mouth round your way Wanna be a real big deal like Christ or Brexit Give the mission statement no one gets it Restless Made a bitta money Not enough to live from it Just enough that all my buddys think I’m gonna get the next drink Call, don’t text it Message all criptic “When you coming up I wanna duck and watch Netflix” Aww wait, fixed it Had it in predictive Walkin round the city with my mug up in her necklace Risque texts from the pub RELENTLESS Gee-eyed, squintin at the screen like SENT IT When I get big, Imma ditch this kip Big swig for the minute getting sick up on the exit