Lyrics:
fellow looking over
Nurse!
One day is much like any other
Listening to her snap and drone
Still, Sunday with someone's dotty mother
Is better
Oh, oh, what are we gonna do?
Union, Union, Union City blue
Tunnel to the other side
It becomes daylight
I say he's mine
Oh power, passion
Oh, oh, what are we gonna do?
Union, Union, Union City blue
Tunnel to the other side
It becomes daylight
I say he's mine
Oh power, passion
Liz csaro is an alternative rock artist from New York City
Oh, oh, what are we gonna do?
Union, Union, Union City blue
Tunnel to the other side
It becomes daylight
I say he's mine
Oh power, passion
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
it down for Sean P, he control the crooks
You my muslim brother, and my other brother
Like my mother's son, see you in heaven brother
Real artists
of the hustlers, uh
The world is my custy
New Rich Porter
The way I flip quarters
Front on all these other rap artists, but me
Mama was a mink wearer
Papa ran
of the hustlers, uh
The world is my custy
New Rich Porter
The way I flip quarters
Front on all these other rap artists, but me
Mama was a mink wearer
Papa ran
Oh ho what are we gonna do?
Union Union Union City blue
Tunnel to the other side
It becomes daylight
I say he's mine
Oh power, passion
an uncommon sight
[Chorus]
But I wouldn't have it any other way
This city's got a thing about it, don't try to understand it
New York City I'd really like
take everything, know I got
Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine
(Ayy, Dre what's happenin' wit' it my nigga!)
Still I'm at it, peel
I don't like cities
But I like New York
Other places make me feel like a dork
Los Angeles is for people who sleep
Paris and London, baby you can
Cincinnati, we thought you were a winner (yeah)
But Susie Cincinnati, city's number one sinner
Whoa, yeah
She'll always pick you up
When the others go
Cincinnati, we thought you were a winner (yeah)
But Susie Cincinnati, city's number one sinner
Whoa, yeah
She'll always pick you up
When the others go
Rack rack city, bitch, rack rack rack city, bitch
Rack, rack rack rack city, bitch, (Mustard on the beat ho)
Rack city, bitch, rack rack city
Listen up and I'll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren't so bold
And everyone in friends
Rack rack city, bitch, rack rack rack city, bitch
Rack, rack rack rack city, bitch, (Mustard on the beat ho)
Rack city, bitch, rack rack city
If you was born in New York City let me hear say "You know that"!
You know that!
Hey yo, once upon a rhyme where the scenery sets, you see stress
You can't love an artist
Without becoming a muse
Without reliving your heartache
In the other person's shoes
You can't love an artist
Cause they only
artists, they were on the run
I got them out to California
One was gifted and the other was fun
Merchants will always be merchants, of course
But
to the next big city
Okay, jump off the exit
Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas
Caravan like a wild west show
I don't care, man, as long as we go
My
everybody lack confidence
How many times my potential was anonymous?
How many times the city making me promises?
So I promise this, nigga
(I love
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