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by my attitude that I'm most definitely from

New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New
down to New Orleans

You got a nice car
From a rich man
With a gold watch
And a fake tan

Big city girls you make a mess out of me
Now I'm on my
attitude that I'm most definitely from

In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These
most definitely from

In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make
attitude that I'm most definitely from

In New York, 
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
in the U.S.A
Texas, Tennessee down in F.L.A
Way up in New York City at the Broadway show
They're wearin' boots and buckles while they do si do
attitude that I'm most definitely from

[Chorus]
In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New
attitude that I'm most definitely from

[Chorus]
In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New
and free
On me
Freak like me needs company

All the weirdos in the world
Are right here in New York City
All the brazen boys and girls
Dressed to kill
Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. 
Let freedom ring from
and empties
But I've reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland

There is a girl in New York City
Who calls herself the human trampoline
There is a girl in New York City 
Who calls herself the human trampoline 
And sometimes when I'm falling, flying 
Or tumbling in turmoil I say 
Oh, so
New York City spread herself before you
With her bangles and her spangles and her stars
You were impressed with a city so undressed
You had to go
New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh

Runnin' pretty, New York City girl
Twenty-five, thirty-five
Hello, baby, New York City girl

You grew up ridin'
Native New Yorker
Odyssey

New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh

Runnin' pretty, New York City girl
Twenty-five, thirty-five
Hello, baby, New York
Living just enough for the city

His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty
He spends his life walking the streets of New York City
He's almost dead
the streets of New York City 
He's almost dead from breathing in air pollution 
He tried to vote but to him there's no solution 

Living just enough, just
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
Native New Yorker
Odyssey

New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh

Runnin' pretty, New York City girl
Twenty-five, thirty-five
Hello, baby, New York
the streets of New York City
He's almost dead from breathing on air pollution
He tried to vote but to him there's no solution
Living just enough, just enough
Native New Yorker
Odyssey

New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh

Runnin' pretty, New York City girl
Twenty-five, thirty-five
Hello, baby, New York
I let him run along (Run along)
I write rhymes like I come from New York City
My DJ spin the music down to the nitty gritty
When the downstairs funky
him go  I let him run along (run along)
I write rhymes like I come from New York City 
My DJ spin the music down to the nitty gritty 
When
[Kevin Rudolf]
In the city of dreams,
You get caught up
In the schemes
And fall apart in the seam
Tonight
That boy he used to bomb,
From B.K.
In the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
And fall apart in the seam tonight
That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx
And it's