Nashvegas

(альбом: Creeker II - 2019)

The city is crazy, it sleeps with every light on
The city is busy, even when every club is closed
So I walk these streets, I skip over shadows
Draw pictures on fogged up outside cafe windows
Looking for a reason to write a song

Yo, Nashvegas, your neons could write me a book
So many alleys with stories that haven't been heard
All these people see is who's on that TV
Who moved here from out West with intentions of dreams
But what about, what about, what about, what about
Oh, what about, oh, Nashvegas
Oh, Nashvegas

The man on the corner asking for change
Has some million dollar songs floating 'round in his brain
But no one knows the city is running on greed, running on greed
They only pick you up when you're not on the ground
Started yourself, created a sound
Wanna slide on in and be your home run
Take credit for you, and soak up your fun
Oh, Nashvegas

Woah, woah Nashvegas
Woah, mmm Nashvegas
Homegrown, hometown, home proud with that home sound
Homegrown, hometown, home proud with that I'm from around here sound
Homegrown, hometown, home proud with that home sound
Homegrown, hometown, home proud with that I'm from around here sound