Lyrics:
neighborhood of Williamsburg or Bushwick
Is it really Williamsburg or is it really Bushwick
I live off the Montrose L train
But sometimes people will complain
at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg
Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
Waiting for a plan to fall
Satellite voice gets lost and bounces away to the moon
Be there soon on the L train to Williamsburg
Waiting for a plan to fall
I'm just tryna flex, I'm just tryna, I'm just tryna flex I'm just, im just tryna flex
My struggle got me chasin checks
From Williamsburg to Quebec my
Hey! Williamsburg Brooklyn, stand up
I see you, red lipstick
Uh huh skinny jeans and it's beanie season
Coffee cups, bottom's up
Let's change
ain't returning
I'm sitting in Soho trying to stay drunk
In any bar in the world
From Silverlake to Williamsburg
You could pick another stranger
Saturday in old Williamsburg's a ghost town
It's no place for a lapsed little man like me
I'm like a wandering one of my own kind as I look
you bringing us down
Over the Williamsburg Bridge
I don't care hipster kids
Into the lower east side
down on my luck letting it ride
I hear
There's a cold rain pouring off the Williamsburg Bridge
The world's giving way beneath my feet
Someone once said that you're lucky when you're dead
for
A smile behind the door in Williamsburg
Three unwise men must be leaving soon
Feeling inside starts to fill the room
So naive to what the future
tight wit' it
The Williamsburg swerve, Coney Island stylin' on 'em
Canarsie flawsy, Park slope dope, you know?
Ya dig? This fa Brooklyn; it's young
booed you off in Williamsburg
You're hurt, I know my words don't hurt ya
Oh, girl
I see you walking 'round in your pearls
Thinking that you’re number one
Perhaps you could help me, I'm a bit lost
Sure, no problem
Where Brooklyn at?
You take the Williamsburg Bridge or the
Where Brooklyn at?
What? Are you
hell's kitchen's Clinton and the Bowery's Nolita
And the East Village's creepin' 'cross the Williamsburg Bridge
And hey, whatever happened to Alphabet
look, that flat bush push, know what I mean?
Cypress Hill feel, crown heights tight wit' it
The Williamsburg swerve, Coney Island stylin' on 'em
Shout out to Silver Lake
Shout out to Williamsburg
To all my Slick Rick kids looking dapper
Do your thing and you are just a rapper
Williamsburg by the lake
Where the stake went deep in your heart
On the bannisters, it's alright
It's so tight that it drives you apart
She hangs from a hook
heavenly
So close the North Pacific slept
You too were once beside me
She moved away to Williamsburg
Her eyes sad as a raven
My thoughts will pause,
Yorktown we got friends in Williamsburg
We got friends in Newport News
We want all of y'all from Portsmouth sing
We got friends in Bluefield we got
and the order's pretty tall
To swim the hippest waters in the sea
Somewhere in the sticky city, driving back and forth
I found myself a squat in Williamsburg
the air
Down to home
And you can stand
On the arms
Of the Williamsburg Bridge
Crying
Hey man, well this is Babylon
And you can fire out on a bus
williamsburg
aks me, aks me, aks me
Aks me, aks me, aks me
Because if it's not love
Then it's the song , the song, the song, the song
The song , the song
registered, mm-hmm
(You dun know seh respect up deh, enuh, hm, ah me ah tell you seh)
Hipster niggas, so regular, up in Williamsburg, lookin' hella dumb
beats..
My heart beats love, love, love, love, love
You are mistaken 'cause I do not bite
Over the Williamsburg Bridge on a bike
And if he loves me then
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