Lyrics:
Jesus christ
I think the pastor’s right
Sorry mama we ain't acting right
We just living fast after the cash life passes by
Another one of those manhattan
Manhattan
From the beginning of the year to the end like a Capricorn Imma get this money sending package out like Amazon They told me run it up and I thought
night is woke by choral sounds
I'm stuck here in this postcard, I wanna be mailed to you
It's cold in this December, but in your arms it feels like June
weren't supposed to have a feature on this track were we?
This is just the intro.
Yeah nah I must have gotten the tapes mixed up or something like that
Aww
at us nigga
We going up
I'm finna take it by force
I tired of sitting here praying
Bitch pass me the fork
I'm really high in this bitch
They trynna just
house we pass by
Only 5 past the limit
Seeing all this poverty brought by a lack of property
So, I hope we lay the foundations to last the ages
As I sound
been mad hatter flattened by the heat in Manhattan
I been muggy on the Mighty Miss
I been burned like a stick on Route 66
But I ain't never been
Imagine, triple platinum on a stage
Sold out shows madison square, hundred thousand
Imagine multinational fans in manhattan
The speakers blasting,
a moment of hope, while caffeine-high in a café
As your eyes gleam, like waves splashing Vancouver
Rambling around is a must
I got infected by wanderlust
commonplace
And everything once real seemed like pretend
Deep within this storm a love in two is sparked
Spawned in a box of glass one star-crossed night
Now if
empty
This shit getting old to me
Took her to Manhattan Beach to surf
And she was like, totally
This ain't what you're used to
That you told me
I'm
of those radium girls behind in time by light years
This isn't 1908 because Model T not my type, yeah
Man I don't like to be rude but if you calm down then I
body got me hypnotized
I'm stuck up in this afterlife (yeah, yeah)
Your body got me hypnotized
I need you a genie, cause I'm fly like Aladdin
My only
Antagonist, on a roof in Manhattan wit/
A group of pacifists, got um splatterin like the happenin/
Abduct family, you wonder where ya dam granny went/
I turned
blessin' 100 proof
Hand on toes, 'bout to roast
Some kids who flash like they assassins
Picked up my dough and be K'ed this honey passin'
Got the spot
We get it crackin like a high school ditch day
Ghetto mack in this how I do the itch-bay
A Escalade and a two-shade six-tre'
With his life is
Ya bitch woke me up called me Calvin
Yes I'm so Marty McFly with more fashion sense
Ouuu my fit looks like I’m dressed by Wes Anderson
Go'on take my
Like nice kid
Must Know one-self
There's no one else
My my
Ny
Go to sleep,
Don't cry
Dry your eyes child
Cradled by it's grand design
My my ny (New
or two
Maybe this morning we were strangers, but not by this afternoon
We hang until the sun comes up, end up on somebody's rooftop
Go to the Box
You could mess up my life in a poem
Have me divorced by the time of the chorus
There's no need to change any sentence
When you always decide where
Times up
Line him up
Here the train comes
Pop
Ah
Pop
Argh
Eh, Ah
Fort Hamilton
BP
DJ Nep
MC Drastyck Meaxurez
This a Manhattan bound
Local train
you was playing it dummy with
My dawg told me stay dangerous I'm a pit
Bitch I'm a ruler
Aye
Look at my damn face
I can't smile too much with all this
ah
Yo I opened doors for Downtown
And had niggas saying they from Manhattan
Maintaining off a package
My side bitch working by the Allen
Come on baby
I
want more
Run the play-by-play, tackle cats like a fullback
It's a dangerous game, come strong or get your skull cracked
Blahti raise the thermostat,
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