Lyrics:
All the critics love you
All the critics love you in New York
It's time for a new direction
It's time for jazz to die
Fourth day of November
We
agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road.
I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt.
I couldn't tell her what my
Saved a wretch like you and me
And by His blood I've been redeemed
[Chorus]
No matter what we go through
We are conquerors
Lord, I'm gonna give
In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib
New York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You
be standin' in the sun shine
I'll be standin' right here in the rain
You save me and I will save the day
I got a sweet gig rakin' in the cash
could
Be my time, 'bout you?
Would you hit me?
Would you hit me?
Oh oh oh
Oh whoa whoa, oh
All the bills go by, and
Initiatives are taken up
By
press on the side
You can put me down for a fight
Hey, I'm a shitty golfer, most of us are
But we carry our clubs in the back of our cars
What else
dawning of
(For my higher place) A brand new day
(On my higher ground) for higher ground
I'm pressin on, the upward way
Brand new heights I'm gaining,
left, the left
It's like I'm on an island by myself, the left
Please don't make me slap you with the left, the left
You a fake so I'm gon' dap you with
but never meant to stay
I've got heartaches by the numbers troubles by the score
Every day you love me less each day I love you more
I've got
All the critics love you
All the critics love you in New York
It's time for a new direction
It's time for jazz to die
Fourth day of November
We
the world would do
You know I left a part of me back in New York
You knew the hero died, so what's the movie for?
You knew it still hurts underneath my
I'll die soon
I don't really want that to impact you
But I don't know, maybe I'm just paranoid
I just want the best for you, I just want what's left
I opened my hands up to see what I've got.
My days slip like coins into a slot.
They are gone, the shadows lie long.
I've been banking
Brother Jukebox, Sister Wine,
Mother Freedom, Father Time.
Since she left me by my self,
you're the only family I've got left.
I go down
Right or wrong I'll be with you
I'll do what you ask me to
For I believe that I belong
By your side, right or wrong
Right or wrong it's got
see things and nigga what's the outcome
[Idi Amin]
For so many days and so many ways we been duckin' strays
They delivers but still we some Bad
Bells will be ringing, the glad, glad news
Oh what a Christmas to have the blues
My baby's gone (my baby's gone), I have no friends
To wish me
Bells will be ringing, the glad, glad news
Oh what a Christmas to have the blues
My baby's gone (My baby's gone), I have no friends
To wish me
wild pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out
I never stopped
gallon
Of laxatives by accident just to shit on you has-beens
Had it been for my past tense, I wouldn't be rapping
See these streets made me, broke me
You say you stand by your man
Tell me something I don't understand
You said you love me and that's a fact
And then you left me, said you felt
A mean no wait no more, new time and
Day
Today everything is so copacetic
Tomorrow you sad and blue
Tell me what does it profit people
To speak
me
Say what up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga, I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
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