Lyrics:
Oh darling it's getting late I know The sun is setting on our love affair We were just strangers that met In the mystical Eastchester midnight air
the neck Boppers, they gon' talk, but you gon' have to spend a check Posted at the Exxon on Eastchester, fuckin' with quarter g Told my boy I wanted me
path We rather go the wrong route And end up in a blood bath Eastchester Projects Was the place where I dwelled Chip on my shoulder Plus, my head was
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