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Notty Taylor
Pre-Cleared
Born in Knoxville, TN, Notty now resides in Brooklyn, NY, where he is diligently working to establish himself as a significant voice among emerging musical talents.
Drawing inspiration from renowned artists like Andre 3000, Drake, and Kanye West, Notty has carved out a unique musical identity that perfectly encapsulates the ambiance of a late-night cityscape.
With his sights set on future endeavours, Notty Taylor continues to fortify his place in the music scene. Welcome to the unfolding narrative of North Hills.
ISRC
QZMWW2399640
Custom Track ID
rQZZX3GpfB3B
Composers
Terence Pitchford II (BMI) 20.00% Brandon Jerelle Taylor (BMI) 40.00% Daniel (A. Guerrero) East (BMI) 40.00%
Original Publishers
Brandon Jerelle Taylor (BMI) 55.00% Terence Pitchford II (BMI) 30.00% Daniel (A. Guerrero) East (BMI) 15.00%
Master Owners
Brandon Jerelle Taylor 100.00%
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Composer
B.J. Taylor, T.A. Pitchford II, A.Guerrero
Lyrics
[HOOK]
Its hard to be saint in the city
The money is fast, the women are pretty
The darkness is filthy,
No preacher can cleanse me
No preacher can cleanse me
No preacher cares
Its hard to be saint in the city
The money is fast, the women are pretty
The darkness is filthy,
No preacher can cleanse me
No preacher can cleanse me
No preacher cares, look
[VERSE 1]
I been soul searching
Broken souls lurking
Seen the devil working
Lucky finding purpose
I been paranoid
Drugs can’t fill the void
East Knoxville needs a voice
I got a whole new perspective on it
I got a whole new selection on me
I got a whole new direction from it
Punkin got the Sterchi lobby jumping,
He might run the ‘partments hot this summer
Swinging doors
Don’t switch now,
Next year I got Bentley
Fuck it, I feel it
So what could they tell me
Gotta be bad that my plug knows the real me
[HOOK]
Its hard to be saint in the city
The money is fast, the women are pretty
The darkness is filthy,
No preacher can cleanse me
Its hard to be saint in the city
The money is fast, the women are pretty
The darkness is filthy,
No preacher can cleanse me
No preacher can cleanse me
No preacher cares, look
[VERSE 2]
I made it outta the zoo
I had to sever the noose
We always facing the news
Nobody telling the truth
I’m over paying the dues
Please be informed when you choose
No sudden or uneasy moves
A couple of summers should do
No whistle, the TEC is a tool
You get respect if you shoot
Its dawgs in the city, they bussin’ moves
I play wit you but can’t play the fool
Watching my plate and I eat your food
Glovebox got contra but keep it cool
Who in the ends in the cut?
I’m selling CDs out the trunk
And Unc pouring salt in my cuts
[HOOK]
Its hard to be saint in the city
The money is fast, the women are pretty
The darkness is filthy,
No preacher can cleanse me
Its hard to be saint in the city
The money is fast, the women are pretty
The darkness is filthy,
No preacher can cleanse me
No preacher can cleanse me
No preacher cares, look