Lyrics:
Tom, get your plane right on time
I know your part'll go fine
Fly down to Mexico
Do-n-do-d-do-n-do and here I am,
The only living boy in New York
Tom, get your plane right on time
I know your part'll go fine
Fly down to Mexico
Do-n-do-d-do-n-do and here I am,
The only living boy in New York
turned to stone by the family
It's now the dead speak to the living
Nothing left here but a raging blaze
I don't mean to wait too long
CHORUS
New York's
The only living boy in New York.
I get the news I need on the weather report.
I can gather all the news I need on the weather report.
Hey, I've got
I remember it like it was yesterday
Snow in the park and skaters on the ice
Long black cars standing side-by-side
Loading up the boys at night
it up for me when I'm stressed
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
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A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
You ain't know I could play the piano, did you, nigga?
Can you say New York City?
Now as we proceed
To give you what you need (Bad Boy)
Ladies
smile
Da-n-do-da-n-do-da-n-da-da and here I am
The only living boy in New York
Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where
And we don't know
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
skies
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
through your clothes like an ion
I am no american idol, no Simon Cowell
Wack niggas throw in the towel
I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
the streets of New York City
He's almost dead from breathing in air pollution
He tried to vote but to him there's no solution
Living just enough, just enough
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
skies
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
and your granny dead
Even though I'm in Mexico
I rep New York like Plexico
Look, switch my name, now I'm celebrating Hanukkah
Lewinsky b****es, young
Going home
Where the New York city winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
Da-n-do-da-n-do-da-n-do and here I am
The only living boy in New York
Half of the time we're gone
but we don't know where
and we don't know where
Here I am
Half
(yeah)
Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock
Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock
I'm with my boys and no, we do not Milly Rock
Funny
for the syndicate
[?] Lester on these blocks, boy, you in for it
Pushing for the King of New York, I see it
Gangsters try so hard but can't be it
Only
you're only sixteen"
"I know being a star is your dream"
"But I think it's time you stop all this foolin'"
"And get to your schoolin'"
Living in
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