Up in the Inner City cruising the vicinity

Drink I got a little in me, not to much to feel it really

Lights flickering, a clippers lit the smoke around me

When I’m on my ones I wonder what you're wondering about me

I’m suitable like a suit at a ball

But right now I’m more trackies in the mall

Hoodie on with the hood, up that’s the rule

Light it up, I dial you up, why not pick up, I know you see my call

Phone line dead, wait a minute

It’s only been a second I ain’t gonna ring it

Anything on the other end I ain’t hearing it

Leave a message, make an exit, just know I am here, innit

Cab back cuz I know I got limits

Getting to the finish doesn’t mean you win it

City lights sitting in the mirror and I’m saying

Sunny Sunday afternoon there’s nothing here to do

Moving soon to the Moon, high up it's never gloom

Far away from the fumes that we are used to

And any other shit that was used too

But now I’m back in the room

Up off my high horse now I’m just like you

Just like new, never used and never been bruised

I’m a thousand pieces puzzled, muddled up, you got me feeling bemused

So hang around just a little

I’m stuck like brick I’m in The Middle

I write 2 eight bars, don’t need a Nickel

Cuz there ain’t a reason to be non committal, keep it real never fickle

But now I’m in the inner cities vicinity

Orange glow, with a little liquor in me

Doubt your awake cuz its twenty to three

But if you are, you ain’t far, hit me up and we’ll see