Lyrics:
the state I'm in
Ain't no country-farm girl
I'm living in the real world
I need to go on the cover of a new york moon
One manhattan night to set my stars
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by.
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy --
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
We'll go
and how we need to dream bigger
Maybe even dream richer just to get the cream quicker
First thing I gotta get my girl up out the projects
Maybe later I can
from you and I
I'm feeling so alive
With you by my side
So I don't wanna lose what we have
Girl, you're the one I want
Gettin' me all torn up
When I'm
This is a Manhattan bound
Local train
The next stop is
Yeah
Woah oh oh oh, yeah
Um, so this is like about a girl
Um, see how sweet she is
This is
)
Circuitboard of dream chasers
(Miracles happen)
Where you and I collide
(Neo-Manhattan)
As I stand and calculate
There's a feeling I can't explain
Please don't
anything
And when I went skating after Golden Reggie
You know it was white lace I was chasing
Chasing dreams
Mama's nylons underneath my cowgirl jeans
left my man
At a North Dakota junction
And I came out to the Big Apple here
To face the dream's malfunction
Love's a repetitious danger
You'd think
dream
Moving on dreams
Believe my dreams
(Black man powered by the sun, light
Like)
Dream motherfucker, dream motherfucker
Dream
(Dream motherfucker,
sunna usne ek dragon
Once upon a time in Manhattan
Once upon a time in Manhattan
Empire state
Dreams state
Sky high
Got the birds view by my eye
I wont
the beach
We got everything we need at Peet's Coffee and Tea
Let's watch the world spin by on a sandy beach chair
Cuz the girls are always smilin'
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Reggie
You know it was white lace I was chasing
Chasing dreams
Mama's nylons underneath my cowgirl jeans
He showed me first you get the kisses
And then you
I'm a Latin from Manhattan
You can tell by my Mañana
I'm a Latin from Manhattan
And not Havana
Though I does the rhumba for yas
And I call myself
alright tonight
To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get this letter
It's four pages but my name ain't
from Burmingham to Manhattan
From a pickup to a lonely limousine
From cotton to satin, from Burmingham to Manhattan
She had to follow her dream
She went
west coast, than back to Manhattan
Like Vanessa from "Soul food" when she came at night
Thank God it was a dream cause I woke up with my wife
[Chorus]
yearning to breathe free
So what do you dream to be?
Pick an industry and let's make it happen here
There so many tall stories high
You're in the story of my
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
see you in my dreams
(I see you in my dreams, you done know di love is real)
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies (come on, girl tell me
to the Bowery
Down in Soho to the BronX
I put the fashion in Manhattan
With my cut off’s on
Soy latte with some Reishi
All the bars in candlelight
I’ll always be
Hindered by sober restlessness
Submitting to the amber crutch
The theme in my aching prose
The theme in my aching prose
Fantasizing the sight
these Manhattan Memories
When the sun came up
behind the park
I didn’t know
That this very day
would change my life
forevermore
Yesterday you told me
nigga I don't sweat the date my moms was late,
So I had to plan my escape, out the skins,
In this world the fly girls, Tanqueray and Hennesey,
Until I
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