Lyrics:
never showed up
And I watched a thousand people go home from work
Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem
never showed up
And I watched a thousand people go home from work
Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem
struggling to figure out what we really want
I want 52nd street in ’49
To be thrown across the Goldilocks Zone on the taxpayer’s dime
To see Sugar Ray fight
up
And I watched a thousand people go home from work, yeah
Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to go my
romances
How far we've fallen baby now we've landed
On these street in the city tonight
In New York City tonight
Hanging on the corner
Of 52nd and Broadway
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
by
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
a name in these streets
Once they put 52nd in ya name
It's complete
I got you
This one's for the fam
'Kuz behind the wall
Build wit' your bro's
We designed
on the floor
Here's the artist
In fifths on the floor
Oh little Birdie
Its your turn to blow
Kansas city junky to New York city jive
To the ghost of 52nd street
As I head for Skid Away, make a left up at the light
To the east I'm on the way
Then I hit a slight cut, as I ride over the Truman
Make a left at 52nd
Cruised into a joint on 52nd street
Saw you sitting by the end of the bar
Auburn hair and a fine dress maybe get to find out who you are
And I go
I
that bird to 52nd street.
He played so sweet,
They told us, at the Onyx and at The Famous Door.
But we didn't score, Yardbird was no more.
.
(Jack
a left up at the light
To the east I'm on the way
Then I hit a slight cut, as I ride over the Truman
Make a left at 52nd, right day by Myers, then I make
bible with the whiskey
52nd Street
No phone calls from the cops or from your family
Can reach you
They all know you, you're famous in your fur coat
Just say "hi, woof, woof"
(Looking? Into? Hung?)
Undetectable poz bottom
Taking loads in the toilet
At Lucky Burger on 52nd Street
Just steps away
of a lost delight
In the rain-soaked streets, where dreams decay,
Blade Runner, hunts the night away
Bridge
In the flickering lights, memories fade,
In
156 street that's home that's the crib
Where I shit and I sleep
Murray Hill on the climb and it's steep
Memories of my ties that are deep
156 street
it's a mystery
Do you remember me
On a street of dreams
Running through my memory
On the street of dreams
There you stood a distant memory
So
memories
Hook
I said i have so many memories
comin up in gt tryin fi touch di streets
ghetto yute Granny try fi keep me from di scene
but I always
My first memory was Cantonment Station
When I was 5 years old
We'd traveled by train from hot Calcutta
And I remember Bangalore was cold
We stayed
In my memory the past is fading
The future has been redesigned
It's hard to focus on it when I'm running out of time
Surrounded by street lights
Late nights chilling by the window
Window
Moonlight dripping, got the skin glow
Skin glow
All in my thoughts and my memories
Memories
Late nights
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