We were born in the rubble, yeah
We were raised in the mud
Yeah, it's hard in the city
Where I'm from, hmm
Tryna live, gotta make it
Make it out of the slum
Yeah, it's hot in the city
The city where I'm from, hmm

When you're cold and all alone
You can build you a city
And call it home
And when I was lost and on my own
I got out of the city
And made my own
Yeah

Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Sing, doo, doo, doo
Sing, doo, doo, doo
Yeah, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah

When you're cold and all alone
You can build you a city
And call it home
And when I was lost and on my own
I got out of the city
And made my own
Yeah

Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Sing, doo, doo, doo
Sing, doo, doo, doo
Yeah, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah

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Writer(s): David Bowden, Dernst Emile II, John Hill, Paul Daniel