In the City
Adrian Lau Lyrics


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I used to get high on the cheese bus
Game on the double D cups with the main drugs
Pocket full of blue dream crushed in a green dutch
Clean cut with a flow tighter than police cuffs
I used to write graffiti on the sidewalk
Hannah Montana hand styles with the Krylon
Night bomb war four was the icon
Writing on any rooftop that I could climb on
Hit the trees like George of the Jungle
Spitting that raw by the bundle
Till the money tall like Mutombo
And long like the China Wall
Spit game sick, think you need a Tylenol
Old school, smoking splits with the vinyl mob
Get cake then I dictate who I’m styling on
Flowing like beside a widowed leviathan
Let me see your vice, baby, go and get your biting on
And I let the money buy a lawn
And you are not on that game on

We smoke till our vision impaired
Everybody put your lighters in the air

You light my world with a billion suns
Make my dreams come true

As I sit on cloud nine
Thinking of a way to outline
A plan to outshine ‘cause this about time
I wanna know what heaven is like without dying
I wish I could’ve told you more without lying
But like a lost watch I just never found time
Blow it up and hit the hash like a pound sign
Smoking shit ain’t enough to make the ground fly
To the Skyfall, I’m 007, call me young Brooklyn
But I am not Beckham
I just wanna kick it with you, sip a little liquor with you
No hit and misses going down like you hit a missile
Haters gotta hear the whistle ‘cause they dumb balling
Took a leap of fate, I’ll call you when I’m done falling
You got cold feet while I’m on the sun, walking
I give you two cents when our money done talking

We smoke till our vision impaired
Everybody put your lighters in the air





You light my world with a billion suns
Make my dreams come true

Overall Meaning

The song "In The City" by Adrian Lau touches on various aspects of the artist's life, including his past experiences of getting high on the cheese bus, writing graffiti on the sidewalk, smoking weed with the vinyl mob, and spitting raw flows. Lau also talks about his current state of mind where he is envisioning and planning to outshine everyone else. He shares his desire to know what heaven feels like without dying, and how he wishes he had more time to share more with others. Through the lyrics, Adrian also shares his love for someone, declaring that they light his world "with a billion suns" and make his dreams come true.


The song conveys the struggles and aspirations of an artist trying to make a name for himself. Adrian's desire to outshine everyone and be the very best can be seen in his references to "007" and "Skyfall." The use of the phrase "let me see your vice" suggests a sense of camaraderie between himself and his audience. This sense of unity is seen again when he encourages everyone to light their lighters in the air. It's a song that speaks to people's innermost aspirations and dreams, empowering them to believe that they too can soar to greater heights, both metaphorically and literally.


Line by Line Meaning

I used to get high on the cheese bus
I used to smoke weed while riding the school bus


Game on the double D cups with the main drugs
I used to be focused on women and drugs


Pocket full of blue dream crushed in a green dutch
I had weed rolled in a cigarillo


Clean cut with a flow tighter than police cuffs
I was well-dressed and had a cool rap style


I used to write graffiti on the sidewalk
I used to be a graffiti artist


Hannah Montana hand styles with the Krylon
I used to tag with a specific graffiti style and brand of spray paint


Night bomb war four was the icon
I participated in a particular type of graffiti event called a 'night bomb war'


Writing on any rooftop that I could climb on
I would tag on any rooftop that I could access


Hit the trees like George of the Jungle
I smoked weed heavily


Spitting that raw by the bundle
I was a skilled rapper with a lot of material


Till the money tall like Mutombo
I made a lot of money


And long like the China Wall
I had consistent success and wealth


Spit game sick, think you need a Tylenol
My lyrics were so good that they could be considered painful to listen to


Old school, smoking splits with the vinyl mob
I smoked weed and listened to vinyl records with my friends


Get cake then I dictate who I’m styling on
Once I made a lot of money, I could choose who to associate with


Flowing like beside a widowed leviathan
My rap flow was powerful and impressive


Let me see your vice, baby, go and get your biting on
I wanted someone to show me what their addiction or weakness was


And I let the money buy a lawn
I spent my money on material possessions like a lawn


And you are not on that game on
You are not at the same level as me


You light my world with a billion suns
You bring me happiness beyond measure


Make my dreams come true
You make all my wishes come true


As I sit on cloud nine
I am very content


Thinking of a way to outline
I am thinking about a plan


A plan to outshine ‘cause this about time
I want to be more successful and it's the right time to do so


I wanna know what heaven is like without dying
I want to experience pure happiness without dying


I wish I could’ve told you more without lying
I wish I could have been more truthful with you


But like a lost watch I just never found time
I never had time to tell you the truth


Blow it up and hit the hash like a pound sign
Smoke weed


Smoking shit ain’t enough to make the ground fly
Smoking weed won't change the world


To the Skyfall, I’m 007, call me young Brooklyn
I feel powerful and cool


But I am not Beckham
I am not a soccer player like David Beckham


I just wanna kick it with you, sip a little liquor with you
I just want to hang out with you and drink


No hit and misses going down like you hit a missile
We're going to do this right


Haters gotta hear the whistle ‘cause they dumb balling
People who criticize me will regret it


Took a leap of fate, I’ll call you when I’m done falling
I'm taking a risk and I'll let you know how it goes


You got cold feet while I’m on the sun, walking
You're having doubts while I'm doing well


I give you two cents when our money done talking
I'll give you my opinion on financial matters when we discuss them


We smoke till our vision impaired
We smoke a lot of weed


Everybody put your lighters in the air
Everyone hold up their lighters in celebration




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