Lyrics:
a minute or two
Stunned and surprised but one hell of a ride
Manhattan fault line
Manhattan fault line
When I left LA I was thirty four
Leaving
I'm writing to my pains ballet
I'm writing to my pains ballet
I'm writing to my pains ballet
I'm writing to my pains bpallet
My guns used to talk
a.m.
Manhattan goddess with your Levis and curls
New York City I'm coming home again
I sit and smile think about summer sundays and the roller
a youth
Little older now mind ain't right need the scoop
No contact none of ya faves on shade room damn
Balenciaga ballet while you spinning in the latest
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Thank you
What I miss what I miss
A foreign kiss on my lips
My fleeing youth my fleeing youth
She fled
me from the curse
That both give you warning for and the Cut-purse
Youth, youth thou hadst better been starved by thy nurse
Than live to be hanged for
Great my ballet
Looking back my youth has passed
I counted the tears that became red
In front of the silently failing time
I close my eyes
Para que tú te acordarás de mí
Te compré una casita bonita
En Manhattan, New York
Con colores y fina atención
Y el amor que sembré en el jardín
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
in all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd cruise
and all the old queens
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
Living life in pursuit of answers and loot
Love power respect if there's a problem Imma shoot
Thats the life of a inner city youth
It's a shame but
and simple
sent to to all of we
every nation, even the blind can see
Tribute to Bob from the Brothers of the Hood
Brooklyn, Manhattan, even Hollywood
going.
They said: no guests;
So I thought of you.
Hey mama, it's on.
A disconcerted youth with a gun,
Wants to shoot up some fun,
Saying: "I'm
cherry flavored chapstick
While I'm wasting my youth
Stuck in Manhattan traffic
Will you be there waiting for me
I'll be home by two in the morning
We
the morning
Wake up on the floor of a hotel lobby with you
Fucking in the back of a cab on the way to Manhattan
Hands on the glass with the radio blasting
Baby
my fate I overslept hold your breath
These acts are frozen and embraced
With the gut-twisting feeling of a
Black and white mosaic
Today Manhattan
to the
Whore, desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain.
Little man, his youth a fountain. Overdrafted and still counting.
Vernacular, verbose;
I'll take you to the little town
That tops my Christmas list.
This year let's spend Christmas in Manhattan.
There's no place quite like it that I know.
life
And he'll do it again just
To get a mill' twice
The streets mowed him, can't make past that
What happened in Manhattan happens
All the time
In
coon Uncle Tom fool
Like these MCs, gotta give 'em the rules
Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom you confused
Might as well give the Hip-Hop community a noose
refund, brung change for video games
Now I see the youth, the scenario changed
It used to be the truth, only rappers had big change
We argued who was nicer,
my mind's so far away
Eighteen hundred miles from Manhattan
The niteclub yawns and opens up its doors
Thank God that I don't have to pay the cover
she gotta prove that she
Ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool
Like these MC's, gotta give 'em the rules
Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom you confused
Might
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