Uneasy (feat. Lil Wayne)
(Skoo-skoo, skoo-koo)
They call out, "Mercy, mercy, Marcy me"
Clinton and Canarsie be like (skoo-skoo, skoo-koo)
They call out
Nostradamus Malcolm Marvin saw what's going on
I know the left and the right talkin' two different stories (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I know I'm strong in this life, but I still tuck my chain
The city feels uneasy
The only way I can describe
Describe, describe it
The city feels uneasy
The only way that I can describe
Describe, describe it
The city feels so uneasy
(Skoo-skoo, skoo-koo)
They call out, "Times are changing, mama's favorite"
Creepin' through the club at midnight (skoo-skoo, skoo-koo)
They cry out
Now they're back in the pew
At the crow of the rooster crawling into the light
Left and the right talkin" two different stories (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I know I'm strong in this life, but I still tuck my chain
The city feels uneasy
The only way I can describe
Describe, describe it
The city feels uneasy
The only way that I can describe
Describe, describe it
The city feels so uneasy
It's a revelation
The city feels uneasy
The only way that I can describe
Describe, describe it
The city feels uneasy
The only way I can describe (yeah, yeah)
Describe, describe it
The city feels so uneasy
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Easy
Easy, yeah
Easy
So uneasy
Uh
Times is hard, and the city's uneasy
Been a carnivore ever since I was teethin'
Close the shower door on my city, it's steamin'
I know I'm the God that my city believes in
Amen menage
The Devil been deceivin' me
Had me on the hardtop, thinkin' it was easy street
Mama used to scream at me and take me off that scenery
I been about a bag 'cause all I wanted was to be a G
That's that New Orleans in me, I come from where the demons be
The dungeons and the dragons, I just asked them not to breathe on me
Shit get difficult, then shit get nasty in the easy E
You don't know what it mean to me
These mean streets, ain't mean to me
Gangster shit
Life is a bitch, until she ain't your bitch
The streets colder than the streets in Anchorage
Swisher on my hip, make me walk like my ankle twist
Goddamn
They call out
Weezy baby
This city is uneasy, baby
Yeah
Me and Mr. Batiste
Lil Weezyana
Uh
They call out
This that fire
Lil' Weezy, on the guitar, ladies and gentlemen
They call out, "Mercy, mercy, Marcy me"
Clinton and Canarsie be like (skoo-skoo, skoo-koo)
They call out
Nostradamus Malcolm Marvin saw what's going on
I know the left and the right talkin' two different stories (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I know I'm strong in this life, but I still tuck my chain
The city feels uneasy
The only way I can describe
Describe, describe it
The city feels uneasy
The only way that I can describe
Describe, describe it
The city feels so uneasy
(Skoo-skoo, skoo-koo)
They call out, "Times are changing, mama's favorite"
Creepin' through the club at midnight (skoo-skoo, skoo-koo)
They cry out
Now they're back in the pew
At the crow of the rooster crawling into the light
Left and the right talkin" two different stories (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I know I'm strong in this life, but I still tuck my chain
The city feels uneasy
The only way I can describe
Describe, describe it
The city feels uneasy
The only way that I can describe
Describe, describe it
The city feels so uneasy
It's a revelation
The city feels uneasy
The only way that I can describe
Describe, describe it
The city feels uneasy
The only way I can describe (yeah, yeah)
Describe, describe it
The city feels so uneasy
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Easy
Easy, yeah
Easy
So uneasy
Uh
Times is hard, and the city's uneasy
Been a carnivore ever since I was teethin'
Close the shower door on my city, it's steamin'
I know I'm the God that my city believes in
Amen menage
The Devil been deceivin' me
Had me on the hardtop, thinkin' it was easy street
Mama used to scream at me and take me off that scenery
I been about a bag 'cause all I wanted was to be a G
That's that New Orleans in me, I come from where the demons be
The dungeons and the dragons, I just asked them not to breathe on me
Shit get difficult, then shit get nasty in the easy E
You don't know what it mean to me
These mean streets, ain't mean to me
Gangster shit
Life is a bitch, until she ain't your bitch
The streets colder than the streets in Anchorage
Swisher on my hip, make me walk like my ankle twist
Goddamn
They call out
Weezy baby
This city is uneasy, baby
Yeah
Me and Mr. Batiste
Lil Weezyana
Uh
They call out
This that fire
Lil' Weezy, on the guitar, ladies and gentlemen
Credits
Writer(s): Peter Anthony Nappi, Jon Bellion, Jason A. Cornet, Jon Batiste, Dwayne Carter Jr.
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