Lyrics:
comfort there
In a-laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was home
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren't a-bleeding me
Bleeding me
manners
Some New York niggas thought it was funny callin' us 'Bama
Laughin' at the grammar 'cause they didn't understand us
Must've thought we slow, but
of the city (New York)
And just because my outfit match don't make me pretty
Baggy dungarees, dick need room to breathe
In a room full of crackers I might
Cleveland, Charlotte and New York New York
All the girls from California to the Jersey shore, we’re going to rock your little cowboy world
We’ll match you
You run from years by chasing styles
Savvy looks to new age flair
The hot spot earrings aren't becoming
You don't look good in purple hair
New York
squeal (ayy)
Quarter mill' just for these rocks on my ears (ayy)
Girl, let me squeeze it to see if it's real (woo)
Freaky lil' New York bitch, call her
it worth your while
I've got shelves of rhymes that I keep on file
I'm feeling good now, back home again
Well, New York City is the city that I feel
and stare when I roll by
Niggas hate me and I don't know why (why)
'Cause I've spent half my life in the sky (come on)
And I buy the things that you wanna
sittin' there side by side
Live from New York, it's Saturday Night!
It's a French kiss, Italian ice
Spanish moss in the moonlight
Just another
a drag
If we can make it home by Friday we can brag
And the devil shivered in his sleeping bag
Well I just got back from New York City
Kris and Rita
sittin' there side by side
Live from New York, It's Saturday Night!
It's a French kiss, Italian ice,
Spanish moss in the moonlight
Just another
it too
All his fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
Oh how he could
it too
All his fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
Oh how he could
Caught between the twisted stars the plotted lines the faulty map
that brought Columbus to New York
Betwixt between the East and west he calls
laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In
Yo for truly, we representing for the love of this (this is a love story)
Yeah, This one is dedicated to all my niggaz in central New Jerusalem
All
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
Go swiftly to New York and dream of me
To where it's soft and round and full of sound
And the lights shine brighter on your upper ground
Say
Eye of the storm, here we come
Hanging on by a thread, pull the curtain, come undone
They're trying to delete New York
Switch our memories back
pointing east
To New York
Seconds fly after the first touch of spring
What will this waiting bring
Patience and memories
Time's a little something
up strong from New York to Illinois
You can make change
You can make a dent
You can be the top 1%
If you want to
Nobody can stop you
But making sure
the alley
I love books about New York
I prefer Silicon Valley
See I love books cause they got us through college
I love books because they've grossed us like
nutten ( dem bout nutten )
New York accra to London (London )
This song a go shoot straight like a Gun (like a gun )
We get more connect than a wifi
the horde
Executed - Electrocuted
Reborn cybernetic lord
In the darkness evil marches
Parasites of the damned
Liberates as he incinerates
New York under
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