Strange Land

Album cover art for "Strange Land" by Quilly & City Rominiecki

Quilly & City Rominiecki - Rap

Strange Land

2 Plays

Duration: 2:51

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Lyrics

Stange land, in the midst of trouble [Verse 1: Quilly] Uh, yeah, 50 missed calls, a 100 text messages Treated me like peasant Now they call me cuz I'm relevant Ridin' to my shows, Mordecai like the President Uh, digital ruler; still measuring 5 star dishes, etiquette, real elegance Still eat at the (?) to remind me when I was sellin' nicks Came along way from standin' on the corner Just to make sure I eat breakfast, I would stand until the mornin' I used to grind for kicks, I ain't asking my mom for shit Think back, when I was 16, trappin' for pun Before school let out, my whole package was done Fuck that, I want my own shit Started wit a 3.5, I want my own brick Before my IPhone, chirppin' off the flip phone shit P95; chrome shit, open your top; Dallas cowboy dome shit [Hook: City Rominiecki] These streets are strange but this is all I know I tried to leave but ain't no need to go The cold, the rain, the pain is in my soul I know, I know, it ain't no need change (?) [Bridge: Quilly] I put my heart in my raps Wanna hit the chart wit my raps I was a DJ in the kitchen, man I started from scratch Matter fact, take em back. Let it breathe Talk to em [Verse 2: Quilly] Matter fact, far as rap Matter fact, far as trap Matter fact, far as crack, I ain't ever lookin' back Look at me, came from nothin', labels callin' People want me Ain't it funny, do it large, bitches sayin "he got money" How I end up in that cell? How I end up in that jail? How she text me 21 times? She ain't even send no mail How niggas' sayin that I owe them? Ain't pay my lawyer or bail Some people hate just to hate, some people want you to fail What I do? Get it poppin', fly away; Mary Poppins Pulled off in a foreign, now I see em; look who watchin' They say "keys open doors", kick it down; I ain't knockin' I'm on "go", I ain't stoppin Bitch I finally got it rockin'! [Hook: City Rominiecki] These streets are strange but this is all I know I tried to leave but ain't no need to go The cold, the rain, the pain is in my soul I know, I know, it ain't no need change (?)

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Producers
  • Quilly