Belly - Street cathedral

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Ninety-nine problems with a hundred dreams
Caught a million dirty only worth about a hundred clean
Night vision all I'm seeing is the color green
Life is just a black and white movie on a colored screen
Two Verizons, dreaming bout a new horizon
My wave got 'em scuba diving, the new Poseidon
Bury my truth, this lay as a proof, tearing my suit
My only fear is that you're scared to be you
When your true colors showing, you show up out of the blue
Dressed black as the night, guess you'll be mourning me too
Come through I save a morning or two
Please pray for me mama, my karma carries a flu
So what's a snake to a charmer, that spends too much on designer
Can you tell me the truth?
Can you tell me why my foes in cahoots
Life sentence, every sentence is life
Fuck love I can never get the sentiment right
Man, fuck it

Primo, it's the chemo you know
Feel like Nino, feel like Nicki in Casino you know
Feel like Paulie cutting garlic, drinking vino you know
Maybe Remo moving millions down in Reno you know
Street cathedral


Half the shit I'm buying I don't want for real (I don't even want it)
I copped a Ghost so I can haunt the hills (skrt)
I swear sometimes I feel possessed by it
Sex, drugs that's the best diet
A millionaire can still be poor as shit
A broke man can still be more than rich
I know that more exist
I took the purple pill from Morpheus and Lawrence Fish (burn)
Flame retardant, my brain won't entertain the fucking pain department
I remember watching everybody leave
Scraping up some weed just to breathe in that same apartment
Trying to kill the pain with some Percocets
Pop two more before they even started working yet (cold!)
Denim jacket was my only cover
Same year they got my father and my older brother
Women lie and try to say that I'm their only lover
If I could only love her (damn!)
I tell her try it on a different sucker
I get high and start thinking of her

Primo, it's the chemo you know
Feel like Nino, feel like Nicki in Casino you know
Feel like Paulie cutting garlic, drinking vino you know
Maybe Remo moving millions down in Reno you know
Street cathedral

Berlin Benz's custom leather, new designo
Big green, Lou Ferrigno you lose the signal
There's no connection, go you so collected
But now you rose from the ashes of the smoking section, like

Primo, it's the chemo you know
Feel like Nino, feel like Nicki in Casino you know
Feel like Paulie cutting garlic, drinking vino you know
Maybe Remo moving millions down in Reno you know
Street cathedral

Writers: Ahmad Balshe , Sami Hamed , Richard Jonnas Munoz , Faris Taleb Al-Majed

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music , Inc.

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