City I don’t Like歌词-Eli Wolff

City I don’t Like歌词由Eli Wolff演唱，出自专辑《City I don’t Like》，下面是《City I don’t Like》完整版歌词！

City I don’t Like歌词完整版

Smoking lots of cigarettes

Tryna calm me down

As I press one out

I got the next one lit

Drink a glass of wine

Or maybe

Four should be enough

Empty bottles

Won’t get you out of it

Trying to encounter

Something I should let go

Can’t get out of it

I’m trying to resist

But I refuse to

Hold you when the days cold

Empty promises

Won’t get you out of it

Now I tip-toe

Through the jungle

Called the city I don’t like

And when I cross your road

Yeah it tears me up inside

And I stomp through the desert

Without a sip to drink

But I’d rather had to stay right here

Than being where you’re near

Now I tip-toe

Through the jungle

Called the city I don’t like

And when I cross your road

Yeah it tears me up inside

And I stomp through the desert

Without a sip to drink

But I’d rather had to stay right here

Than being where you’re near

(Does anyone have a lighter?)

Smoking lots of cigarettes

Tryna clear my mind

As I light it up

The story it unwinds

Drink a glass of wine

Or maybe

Four should be enough

Empty wallets

Won’t get you out of if

Trying to encounter

Something I should let go

Can’t get out of it

I’m trying to resist

But I refuse to

Hold you when the days cold

Empty promises

Won’t get you out of it

Now I tip-toe

Through the jungle

Called the city I don’t like

And when I cross your road

Yeah it tears me up inside

So I stomp through the desert

Without a sip to drink

But I’d rather had to stay right here

Than being where you’re near

Now I tip-toe

Through the jungle

Called the city I don’t like

And when I cross your road

Yeah it tears me up inside

So I stomp through the desert

Without a sip to drink

But I’d rather had to stay right here

Than being where you’re near

Now I tip-toe

Through the jungle

Called the city I don’t like

And when I cross your road

Yeah it tears me up inside

So I stomp through the desert

Without a sip to drink

But I’d rather had to stay right here

Than being where you’re near

So I stomp through the desert

Without a sip to drink

But I’d rather had to stay right here

Than being where you’re near