Taste of My City
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Taste of my city in my mouth again
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Taste of my city in my mouth again
Sun is shining in grey cloudy sky like precious
Gold in dragon's hoard
Lights reflecting on puddle of blood while someone is getting floored
Screams echo fearfully in the air with d minor chord
Stupid boys without personality leave
Foreheads with full of holes to get bread that's what I call breadboard
Girls looking classy indeed they're nasty
That doesn't mean they don't got limit just because they got hole
No one's lookin for continuity, boys see hoes as a escort with two doors like the old ass ford
Little ones listening mp3 while older ones using mp5 to make song
Pitbull against kuchi, the crowd gathered and cages got locked, bets on which dog
When the night is gloomy everybody jumpin' around like a green frog
When we see the sun kids inside of us freeze with the cold of early morning fog
Everyone's digging six feet deep pit for each other to fit in
It's not weird to a person in here cause they know where we live in
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Taste of my city in my mouth again
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Taste of my city in my mouth again
Whole city is a strip club and we don't got money
Thanks to god our stomach is not completely empty
Nor entirely full like the bag of chips i'm about to fill
Faces like braille there is a guilt you can feel
Blind people use other's visions to make fun of
They're proud of carrying the stick in front of their body till the day they lose their head off
Fiend busy with takin' pressure off he got airplane ear, can't hear us
Politicians and bosses keep reminding us how much they love us
We all know that all they love is dollas, euros and liras
I'm my own boss my suit is my t-shirt, oversize
Whenever i speak my mind police ready to spray pepper and m4-A1
Claim me the terrorist but i can't be one as long as my music is my gun
However i feel like a member of taliban when i smoke afghan
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Taste of my city in my mouth again
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Taste of my city in my mouth again
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Taste of my city in my mouth again
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Taste of my city in my mouth again
Sun is shining in grey cloudy sky like precious
Gold in dragon's hoard
Lights reflecting on puddle of blood while someone is getting floored
Screams echo fearfully in the air with d minor chord
Stupid boys without personality leave
Foreheads with full of holes to get bread that's what I call breadboard
Girls looking classy indeed they're nasty
That doesn't mean they don't got limit just because they got hole
No one's lookin for continuity, boys see hoes as a escort with two doors like the old ass ford
Little ones listening mp3 while older ones using mp5 to make song
Pitbull against kuchi, the crowd gathered and cages got locked, bets on which dog
When the night is gloomy everybody jumpin' around like a green frog
When we see the sun kids inside of us freeze with the cold of early morning fog
Everyone's digging six feet deep pit for each other to fit in
It's not weird to a person in here cause they know where we live in
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Taste of my city in my mouth again
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Taste of my city in my mouth again
Whole city is a strip club and we don't got money
Thanks to god our stomach is not completely empty
Nor entirely full like the bag of chips i'm about to fill
Faces like braille there is a guilt you can feel
Blind people use other's visions to make fun of
They're proud of carrying the stick in front of their body till the day they lose their head off
Fiend busy with takin' pressure off he got airplane ear, can't hear us
Politicians and bosses keep reminding us how much they love us
We all know that all they love is dollas, euros and liras
I'm my own boss my suit is my t-shirt, oversize
Whenever i speak my mind police ready to spray pepper and m4-A1
Claim me the terrorist but i can't be one as long as my music is my gun
However i feel like a member of taliban when i smoke afghan
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Taste of my city in my mouth again
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Exhaust smoke, rust, plastic, coal, rubbish, tyre, hashish
Taste of my city in my mouth again
Credits
Writer(s): Arif Yıldırım
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