Lyrics:
Was anime and beyblades
I remember getting jumped
Searching for a safe space
Fell in love with Lauryn Hill
Then I had to change pace
Listening
pain
Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign
My queen's by my side like Manhattan
Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction
My rendition is
Uh, close your eyes
So watch 'em do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena
Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You
Are you just a dream (Dream dream dream dream)
Tell me what you're searching for
Are you just a dream (Dream dream dream dream)
Tell me what you're
Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens
I'm guided by the birthmark on my skin
I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons
First we
ever learn?
You're the only one I could call my own
But then the shadows fall and I'm gone again
I'm a hunter
Searching for love on these lonely
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a
Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten
Spot in the Caribbean by providence, impoverished,
on Bleecker Street
I went in to see her as a kind of joke
And she lit a candle for my love luck
And eighteen bucks went up in smoke
Sharon, I left my man
down on Bleecker Street
I went in to see her as a kind of joke
And she lit a candle for my love luck
And eighteen bucks went up in smoke
Sharon, I
me and not my bank book
I´m searching for love not for a crook
You will get the point if you listen to the hook
To the hook
[Chorus: x 3]
we did
Girl I got something to prove
And yeah I got something for you
Wait until we hit the room
Get your body language in tune
She love how I sound
into my world so have no fear
Can't you see, that love is standing right in front of me
Yeah I know you've been searching for real love
But if you look
the Big Apple I don't care if its rotten
I love Brooklyn, Queens, Staten, Bronx and Manhattan all five boros
Crime, bitches, and snitches we stay clapping
and sun
We were looking for heroes, He came looking for the lost
We were searching for glory, and He showed us a cross
Now we know what love is
to go, go soul searching
I'm looking for options, my thing
My soul speaks without much problems
I don't mean that I am perfect
I'm trying to go, go soul
it's alright
'Cause I don't think I can take anymore
Is this love that I'm feeling
Is this the love that I've been searching for
Is this love or am I
New York, New York, New York, New York!
(Word up I love that) With a first hello!
Aiyyo yo, I rhyme for the streets broke niggaz rap when they feast
There should be twenty guys doin' twenty for treason
Then 20,000 more by the end of this season
The Bush Administration has red blood on it's hands
The fifty states?
Black President, they don't wanna see that
It's evidentpain is pain
We only love to hate each
Other that's striving for great-ness
I swear
once played my record on their radio station
No love for a new york critic or disc jock
Matter of fact I'm blamin all y'all for fuckin up hip-hop
Is
patience and time for me to understand
I was born (I was born) for this moment (for this moment)
I've been searching and searching
Down by end alleys
your love
Your love
Myself (Myself)
Lost at sea
Love
I don't know who I am anymore
Been searching inward myself for so long
That I forgot to look out
These lames running game but you ain't wit it though
You searching for that good love they just typical
I see you counting on my loving like
P-I-M-P (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry,
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