Lyrics:
Yeah I got a bad bitch
She at secrets
Goin Live
Met a bitch at Magic City
She finessn all the Guys
Club Paradise
Them bitches
Shaking Ass and poppn
I been ridin' through every city like it's...
Tryna figure what's your estimated...
You really startin' to cut into my smoke time
They like damn
Hina do you wanna ride with me
Fuck around with you all night in the city
Days go by so busy
But still feel empty when you're not with me
Oh under
(What happened to Atlanta)
You remember 9th Ward ran the city?
Pull up with that shit
I did a song with every nigga that's bigger than a bitch
Sayin', "Don't ya know me? I'm your native son"
Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
Sayin', "Don't ya know me? I'm your native son"
Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
on some magic out the chalice
THERES A METHOD TO THE MADNESS
Bout to be the king of this palace
THERES A METHOD TO THE MADNESS
City on my back like im atlas
Energy is strong enough to brighten city lights
My whole team winnin', no vision on quittin'
I'd rather say I did than let them busters say I didn't
'm Jordan
Try to book me bitch you can't afford me
Touchdown in ya city like i'm scorin
cll this weed I should've been a florist
Favorite color's red bought
even mentioned by all these fuckin' beginners?
I'm so appalled, I might buy the mall
Just to show niggas how much more I have in store
I'm fresher
album by the end of the day
I said we don't play, we don't sleep and never take breaks
Many just don't understand the amount of seconds it takes
To break
at the edge
of the city the magic of the place was incredibly intense.
It was to be my new home the place I would call the
'Arena Of Pleasure'. I lived
mind
Intertwine the abstract with everyday contact
City of the Jack from his point of view
I view my avenue from a different set of rules
These dude's be
One two three four five six
Roadrunner roadrunner
Going faster miles an hour
Gonna ride by the stop-n-shop
With the radio on
I'm in love with
you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin'
'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' card games with
'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' card games with
leaves fallin' down like pieces into place
And I can picture it after all these days
And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more
And I
yeah
When I imagine, I'm starting my path to it
Yellow brick magic man. Yeah, yeah
Reflecting on way back when we was snack bagging it
Frosted animal
I come downtown just to feel alive
There's a kind of magic in these streets
Kicking to a beat, tripping on a high
Sipping on the ichor of this city
their Lagos market
See some people don dey vex
Eh my brother man me I come here to flex
See it's the gift and the grace eh
Why I blow today na by en grace
At a truck stop diner
Outside King City
She’s sprinkling sparkles
On unicorn lattes
She’s a little bit of magic
In the middle of nowhere
I’m so glad
the scrolls of the ancient mage, we travelled.
To a city in the sky away from everything.
Oh, I do believe in magic (I do believe it's true)
I have held it in
The magic piper of love.
Cause he's a city slicker,
An expert politic-er:
The magic piper of love.
Of love, of love.
Of love, of love.
Of love,
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