PULLIK – Livin' In The City (Lawless Lawyer OST Part 4)

At any cost
You just pass the way
Just stay there comfortably
Or articulate me comfortably
Take out all things about other people from my music
Things like where all the other kids go

The scenes that I spit out
I don’t know how much influence it’ll have here
Can’t even understand
A single word I’m saying
They’ll try to chase me but then give up
Those who ran away will probably become rotten water

I’m living in the city
Above money is your law, what’s above the law you set?
I’m living in the city
What’s the benefit I’ll get through this?
I’m living in the city
I don’t care about criminals, my way of making a living is dish
These species are just wannabes
Be, be the best
This attitude, only b-class kids have
Whatever, don’t need any of it

When I was young, I grabbed money
My pen connected to it and I got a job, growing
I made things happen, even got angry at my job
What I wanted was justice
But I saw it when I already had it

Pressed down with exhaustion, I wake up again
Through the front door, don’t ask me what’s next
Bad guys show up and get knocked out
Same mornings every day
Not afraid of it at all

I’m living in the city
You get it the day? Made it my day
I’ll find a different excuse then, it’ll be even more ironic
I’m living in the city
I know myself, I won’t even have my share
I’m living in the city
hell ya trick or fake or hate or why you so

This place wasn’t right for me
But no one told me
Even he knows though it shouldn’t be a reason
My willpower will explain it in the end

Money or the law should be dealt with carefully
Whatever they do, it’s about money
It’s definitely a big influence
I’m selecting big piece, I’ll tell you again
I’m right there when you try to escape
So think again woo

Show me next time
Get my pay and see my balance
My palace crumbled down over mixups
Too many dreams, a million things I wanna do
So many plans, trying to focus on work
So I’m paying for it

When I was young, I grabbed money
My pen connected to it and I got a job, growing
I made things happen, even got angry at my job
What I wanted was justice
But I saw it when I already had it

Pressed down with exhaustion, I wake up again
Through the front door, don’t ask me what’s next
Bad guys show up and get knocked out
Same mornings every day
Not afraid of it at all

I’m living in the city
Above money is your law, what’s above the law you set?
I’m living in the city
What’s the benefit I’ll get through this?
I’m living in the city
I don’t care about criminals, my way of making a living is dish
These species are just wannabes
Be, be the best
This attitude, only b-class kids have
Whatever, don’t need any of it
Living in the city

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