[bad word] (repeat x 2) 
Big city bright lights ya the type for a dreamer 
Every dark avenue has a life full of secrets 
Get lost in the sequence or found in the reason 
From the top of the buildings to the edge of the beaches 
Big city bright lights (repeat x 4) 
From the top of the buildings to the edge of the beaches 
Every dark avenue has a life full of secrets 

Logics (verse 1) 
I’m from the land of the sun home of a million and one 
Cultures that [bad word] to different rhythms but we share the same tongue 
I call it home some call it escape 
When I roam I always retrace when left alone she misses my face 
Holds the memories I thought I erased 
Cause they’re embedded in the clouds [bad word] down when it rains
Half way between the city and the country between a shade and a sun beam 
Part timers and [bad word] kings 
All trying to hustle trying to put some heavy muscle 
Behind everything aspiration every hope every dreams 
Can’t let the city [bad word] you everyone will try to touch you 
When you flip your situation and nonbelievers believe 
Ya and non believers believe 
Ya and non believers believe 
Can’t let the city [bad word] you everyone will try to touch you 
When you flip your situation and nonbelievers believe 
 [bad word] 

Newsense (verse 2) 
And I’m in tune with it the city’s heart beats slow 
I can feel it cause the streets got a concrete pulse 
Watch my feet grow roots I stand so solidly 
Buildings keep growing like time-lapsed photography 
Scrape the sky scratch Heavens belly [bad word] to the city of God and catch seven deadly 
Sins its like chaos with electric heat 
And dead at night the city lights give me restless sleep 
Pardon me its hard to be 
Within arms reach of where you really think you ought to be 
Trying to be at the top part of me wants to stop 
Curiosity killed the cat ignorance ate him alive 
So I’m going to keep wondering why till the day that I die 
But I’m staying alive that’s my echo in these city walls 
Ringing forever or at least until these buildings fall 
 [bad word] 

Logics (verse 3) 
Cuban princess Mr. Business 
Mrs. gets rich quick on lottery tickets 
Those out kicking those out copping 
Those living under bridges smoking rocks and 
Non stopping pop locking 
Corporate kiss [bad word] on the search for stock options 
Ravers clubbers hip-hop lovers 
Forced underground cause we ain’t trendy this summer [bad word] readers leaders believers 
Teachers yelling out freedom for seekers 
City made of secrets walls made of silence  [bad word] down traffic starts piling