Art Official - Big City Bright Lights

Art Official
[Big City Bright Lights] 

Chorus (repeat x 2) 

Big city bright lights ya the type for a dreamer 

Every dark avenue has a life full of secrets 

Get lost in the sequence or found in the reason 

From the top of the buildings to the edge of the beaches 

Big city bright lights (repeat x 4) 

From the top of the buildings to the edge of the beaches 

Every dark avenue has a life full of secrets 

Logics (verse 1) 

I’m from the land of the sun home of a million and one 

Cultures that drum to different rhythms but we share the same tongue 

I call it home some call it escape 

When I roam I always retrace when left alone she misses my face 

Holds the memories I thought I erased 

Cause they’re embedded in the clouds they come down when it rains 

Half way between the city and the country between a shade and a sun beam 

Part timers and drug kings 

All trying to hustle trying to put some heavy muscle 

Behind everything aspiration every hope every dreams 

Can’t let the city crush you everyone will try to touch you 

When you flip your situation and nonbelievers believe 

Ya and non believers believe 

Ya and non believers believe 

Can’t let the city crush you everyone will try to touch you 

When you flip your situation and nonbelievers believe 

Chorus 

Newsense (verse 2) 

And I’m in tune with it the city’s heart beats slow 

I can feel it cause the streets got a concrete pulse 

Watch my feet grow roots I stand so solidly 

Buildings keep growing like time-lapsed photography 

Scrape the sky scratch Heavens belly 

Come to the city of God and catch seven deadly 

Sins its like chaos with electric heat 

And dead at night the city lights give me restless sleep 

Pardon me its hard to be 

Within arms reach of where you really think you ought to be 

Trying to be at the top part of me wants to stop 

Curiosity killed the cat ignorance ate him alive 

So I’m going to keep wondering why till the day that I die 

But I’m staying alive that’s my echo in these city walls 

Ringing forever or at least until these buildings fall 

Chorus 

Logics (verse 3) 

Cuban princess Mr. Business 

Mrs. gets rich quick on lottery tickets 

Those out kicking those out copping 

Those living under bridges smoking rocks and 

Non stopping pop locking 

Corporate kiss ass on the search for stock options 

Ravers clubbers hip-hop lovers 

Forced underground cause we ain’t trendy this summer 

Runners readers leaders believers 

Teachers yelling out freedom for seekers 

City made of secrets walls made of silence 

Sun comes down traffic starts piling