Rob Viktum - City Beautiful lyrics

[Adam WarRock] [Verse 1] I grew up on the corner Of housing developments Across from a Walmart Some fast food restaurants We used to run around the park smoking green With a six pack we'd hide from the police at our local hoss[?] My school was the good school And still I looked through backpacks Where my friends had automatic pistols Did my homework And I stayed out of trouble The best That I could do My headphones on, yeah Discovered music And that kept me grounded When I roamed those ghost town streets Looking for houses Where the live shows and parties Steady happened and then later at night Hopped a ride to the daisy after sundown Now I walk main streets See the trees lining the side walk New paint over the place that I once knew All around the world I can safely say That I still miss my home And it's you I'm coming back to [Hook] X 2 Paint the city beautiful like that Let me travel round the world I'll be right back When I see the skyline it's the sight that Makes me always wanna come back to you, to you [Verse 2] He held the register open While he counted her change I was staring at the magazines Reading the headlines I used to smoke (yeah) This is where I'd buy them cigarettes But instead I buy a coffee And a snack for the red line A car pulled up A '67 olds A woman and a child climbed out And left it running Went inside A quick check Placed an order Got the Avian water Because the daughter's taste buds were kinda funny When they came out Mommy gave me a glance That said man can touch forever But he's gotta learn to dance Already knew the deal So I nodded and I walked Past the running car Walking down the boulevard Hole tookers[?] on the corner by the CVS Looking at me like they think I pledge to PBS I get closer their T-shirts had the Marvel M Cap and Hawkeye slashed across the front side so I walk past with a nod and reminisce Swear to god Punk rock and X-Men was my genesis All of a sudden i'm in front of some kid No, he's a grown man He's got a cup in his hand He looks tired He looks weathered He ain't afraid With a sign in his hand Scribbled marker would say "hungry and homeless Veteran and so alone If you got a couple a dollars Maybe you can help me brother" Took a dollar out my pocket He said "god bless" And I realize I ain't been to church in like a life-time And as I look up Staring at the skyline Ask the big guy if he's got some more surprises And dime trying The city is dying But the city is gorgeous And the building's stretch further Past the point of their proportions All I got's my word and it stays true, yo I'm always coming back home to you And I was born where the factories cried Raised with a dose of southern pride And I seen where Martin Luther King died And the river where the bluffs felt the tide And it's a part of all of me inside From the buildings to the swamp filled skies And I've been here a pretty long time Bet your home's really nothing like mine, right [Hook] X 2 Paint the city beautiful like that Let me travel round the world I'll be right back When I see the skyline it's the sight that Makes me always wanna come back to you, to you Hey yo I've been on tour for like two straight years But home is where the heart is, right? This for all my friends All my family I love y'all Peace