Description
Producer, Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer: Emmanuel Manunure
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah.
Brr. La-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la. Streets be my lullaby.
Keep me at peace in the nighttime. Too cautious, fucked by the other side.
Two bad Johns rocking on my nine. I don't think I'd ever choose me another life.
Fingers in my hair like.
La-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la.
Go.
La-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la. Streets be my lullaby.
I don't think I'd ever choose another life. La-la-la, la-la.
I got two bad Johns rocking on my nine.
I don't think I'd ever choose me another life. Fingers in my hair like. La-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la.
Summertime in the strip, too late, never made it to dinner.
I'm too gone, now I'm sipping on a cigar. I'm too gone, now I'm smoking on the liquor.
La-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la.
Three-five and some more up in my puck back.
If you chatting 'bout manners, we ain't got that. I ain't dusting off my shoes, I stuck mat.
Yeah, yeah. My dad wanted greens, 'cause I'm shining on the grid.
Before school, I just scammed me a man with my last point five, I was already late.
And just to make shit worse, a new wedge, we 'bout to bump in the chain.
If this is what life means, I don't wanna change.
La-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la. Streets be my lullaby. La-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la.
Streets be my lullaby. Why? Streets be my lullaby.
K-keep me at peace in the nighttime. Too cautious, fucked by the other side.
Two bad Johns rocking on my nine. I don't think I'd ever choose me another life. Fingers in my hair like.
La-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la.
Go.
La-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la. Streets be my lullaby.
I don't think I'd ever choose another life.
La-la-la, la-la. I got two bad Johns rocking on my nine.
I don't think I'd ever choose me another life. Fingers in my hair like.
La-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la.
La-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la. La-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la.
La-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la.