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buried alive in this 52nd Street
Broken down dive
And I steal and I come alive
It's one hundred degrees but I run and hide

Yeah, I know you leave me
and on
Do you hear the applause and the cheering
Even if you're wooing, drop what you're doing
Hurry down to see what you're hearing
On 52nd street, they
On 52nd street, they now have burleque,
And you count the effervescence and the view,
But all that stuff that squares is my advice to you,
Meet me
're in
You've got your pen and notebook ready
I think it's about time, time for us to begin

And meanwhile we're over in a 52nd Street apartment

Heard a bugle blowing in the misty morning
What a haunting sound over Times Square
Heard of the ghost of 52nd Street
Looked out the door but
the eye
52nd enterprise, marchin' in these chucks like they boots
Money make a pussy get the juice
Money make the copper give a pass
Money make me cop
stayed at 52nd street so that's what all these niggas thought
Cause they was from hilltop, where niggas pill pop
So I'm pulling up to the chill spot with
might off him, no them boys on Figg don't play
Most my life on 51st, went to school on 52nd
Used to fight on 49th, Grandma said be home by night
But her
But I’ll beat the fuck out of a nigga

Nigga, I'm from Hoover Street
Dirty pictures in my cellphone
On 52nd street I'm well-known
Hoover stomp until
So that's OK 
Oh, and by the way 
Thank you, because you're 
Giving, giving, giving 
And we're receiving 
No, no, we're taking 
for me
Giving not receiving
To those who are in need
Is what the season means
Our children see through you and me
That's how its meant to be

Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers

Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers
We're starting over, 
Reset and counting down. 
Now two keys are turning 
From stations underground. 
And if we made you feel this 
Wouldn't it
drive from me to you south on I-95 and on do it till the day that I die if I need to, just to see you, just to see you 

Hip hop staions fading in and out
Radio station, on vacation
Wonder where Run was, damn be patient
Comin' to the rescue, people won't let you
Forget about my DJ, and my crew
you're receiving from me
Will be

One awkward silence
And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
Staying up, waiting by the phone
And all I want this year is
your life and I won't judge it.

And there are no strings attached,
You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give. 
You owe me nothing for
Forever by your side
You are my destiny

There you were
We were meant to be
It's the world where we belong
Thinks Major Tom

Back at ground control there is a problem
"Go to rockets full," not responding
"Hello Major Tom, are you receiving?
that great receiving line
So when they hand a million grand out
I'll be standing with my hand out
Yes sire I'll get mine

When my creditors are screaming
're on the happiest street in the world
The happiest street in the beautiful world
A place to be on, a place to be free
For you and for me

Yes it's the happiest street
control there is a problem
Go to rockets full not responding
"Hello Major Tom", are you receiving
"Turn the thrusters on we're standing by"
There's no reply
And hungry eyes are passing by
On streets we call the zoo

We eat the night, we drink the time
Make our dreams come true
And hungry eyes are passing by
Are you tired of hanging out in your car
And getting sweated by the boys in blue?
Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not receiving
This is one of the hardest things we have to deal with
Letting go of people that are not supposed to be in our lives

Can’t let you slow me down,