Paroles City of Glass de Birdapres

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Gonna take the rains on this one
Trust me I know what I'm doing
I lived here most my life

This ain't Hollywood way up close
Shwarz tries to play us close
Cause he says we took cash from your's
The day my city was cast as your's
We could be New York
We could be LA
Seatle or Boston
Shot down to the bay
Who we are you probably couldn't say
Had a ballteam, a lot of them couldn't play
People visit, a lot of them wouldn't stay
Most of the year the sky stays good and grey
Drink this coffee cause we need the energy
Barely bat an eye when we see celebrities
Whether they're setting up for the next location shot
Or in the market for a nice vacation spot
Nobody here's consuming their cash
Just don't throw stones in the city of glass

Cause it is what it is round here
Cause it is what it is up here

This ain't Hollywood, we down for glory
Cause it just don't rain in California
Aound the clock it's the sound of commerce
Electricity and bottled water
So some get dollars when it rains all winter
Most wear a headset at a call centre
And might scrap it out over lost commission
Cause this shit don't add up to the cost of living
Very few places you could mention is pretty
With such a deep seated sense of the gritty
The camera 's seen every inch of this city
From amateur porn stars pinching their titties
To summer block busters
Some do not trust us
We get controlled substances across customs
And brush with the law like Colgate y'all
At one of these strip clubs you could find your soulmate

Cause it is what it is round here
Cause it is what it is up here

This ain't America, we try to pretend
It's only the villains who die in the end
For you it must be amusing to watch
All this foreign production
Moving to ….
It's biz as use, still drop syllables
Immune to Eastern scorn and ridicule
It ain't news here, they don't know us
They worst they could do is up and move here
We have room, if you can afford it
But if you pay rent then you're losing a fortune
A lucrative market, get locked into payments
Make 'em of grow up in your basement
Not going to say shit, we keep to ourselves
Those tell don't know, those who know don't tell
You have your style, this is our own,
You don't live here, this is our home

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