Livin' In A New World
Turn up the boom-box, put on your high-tops
Come on outside, today's gon' be the day
We start livin' in the new world
Turn up the boom-box, put on your high-tops
Come on outside, today's gon' be the day
We start livin' in the new world
Yo, they got high-powered lenses on the cameras outside
It ain't nowhere to run, it ain't hardly nowhere to hide
They hear you when you whisperin' so try to keep quiet
You don't even realize that you's a twinkle in the all
Seein' eye from the time you in the bar gettin' high
To havin' conversations on your phone through the wire
You can drive but it's definitely footage of your ride
Livin' in this day and time, it's a funny kind of vibe
From the corners of the ceiling feel its eyes in back of me
I couldn't tell you why I think they constantly after me
Maybe it's 'cause the news put it to me so graphically
How niggaz don't obey no laws, not even gravity boy
No benefit of doubt, he had to be from
He from the corner where they known to get they casualty on
Another day, another scene to perform, spotlight him on Friday
Come and lock him up Saturday morn, come on
Turn up the boom-box, put on your high-tops
Come on outside, today's gon' be the day
We start livin' in the new world
Turn up the boom-box, put on your high-tops
Come on outside, today's gon' be the day
We start livin' in the new world
Come on outside, today's gon' be the day
We start livin' in the new world
Turn up the boom-box, put on your high-tops
Come on outside, today's gon' be the day
We start livin' in the new world
Yo, they got high-powered lenses on the cameras outside
It ain't nowhere to run, it ain't hardly nowhere to hide
They hear you when you whisperin' so try to keep quiet
You don't even realize that you's a twinkle in the all
Seein' eye from the time you in the bar gettin' high
To havin' conversations on your phone through the wire
You can drive but it's definitely footage of your ride
Livin' in this day and time, it's a funny kind of vibe
From the corners of the ceiling feel its eyes in back of me
I couldn't tell you why I think they constantly after me
Maybe it's 'cause the news put it to me so graphically
How niggaz don't obey no laws, not even gravity boy
No benefit of doubt, he had to be from
He from the corner where they known to get they casualty on
Another day, another scene to perform, spotlight him on Friday
Come and lock him up Saturday morn, come on
Turn up the boom-box, put on your high-tops
Come on outside, today's gon' be the day
We start livin' in the new world
Turn up the boom-box, put on your high-tops
Come on outside, today's gon' be the day
We start livin' in the new world
Credits
Writer(s): Karl B. Jenkins, Tarik L. Collins, Khari Abdul Mateen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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