Life Gets Brutal Lyrics - Singles - Misteur Valaire

[Verse 1: Heems] 

I belong to the heart of the city 

The city is pretty but the stress gets shitty 

Better than the next man save me the pity 

Feed me a pita, gas at the Getty 

Or the Citgo, mami just get low 

If it's a hit though mami just let go 

Mortal Kombat, the beat so Sega 

Got a Spanish girl, she look like Vega 

Got a Brazilian, she look like Blanca 

Japanese dime lookin like E. Honda 

Shorty from the tribe she look like Tatanka 

Suck it like a lollipop, call me Willy Wonka 

Call me Johnny Depp, call me Richard Greco 

Lady in the sheets, in the streets she a freak though 

If it's a free kick, it's a free throw 

You know how he throw like Mark Price with free throws 

[Refrain] 

You belong, to the heart of the city 

Why you try to play me baby 

You belong, to the heart of the city 

Why you try to play me baby 

[Verse 2: Heems] 

I'm Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf 

I don't pledge allegiance I raise the roof, like 

Like does this roof need raising? 

Phylicia Rashad in the sun like a raisin 

These sound like porn because I'm whoring myself 

Stack for a verse, now I'm touring myself 

Yes, I'm fresh from Japan 

Call my connect and I pay him in yen 

Budapest, Bucharest to Budapest 

He who next, you a pest, stupid mess 

Stupid fresh, Hima best dressed 

He who do the text, I see through you like meh 

Where we from, life gets brutal 

Bury our feelings in bottles of Brugal 

I'm been listening to Sisqo 

Remember when our friends use to wild out on [?] 

[Refrain]