Lyrics:
to loose these scars
And I've been taking all these shrooms I've been on the stars
I've been on my own this shit getting hard
Moving to New York man that
Got the place surrounded
Don't know how they found it
Man, fuck that money, ain't no time to count it
Got to get to movin'
Only god can save us
While I'm living without you
I'm thinking about you
Like only the lonely do
Well I feel like Buddy Holly
'cause it's raining in my heart
All the sad
You From Brooklyn?
There's a god in you
You from New York?.
There's a god in you
The avenues and streets are scriptures
Knowing em niggas get richer
a minute! -
Over - Up - Over - Up - ... Down
Down - Over - Up - Over - ... Up
Living can be lovely, here in New York State
Ah, but I wish that I were
like Scope
A nigga so dope, I got the new Pumas
I never take 'em out so
I call ‘em homeschoolers
Numbers like rulers, I’m tired of it all
I sleep in
As though it is no longer
Connected to New York
Let me see your ID
That it's all in your conscious
It's all in your minds let's all lend a hand
To fight
a beautiful world, can I please stay in it?
Life it goes by in a New York minute
There's wild roses still blooming in me
I'm gone in my head on a dream
Most are named after streets
And neighborhoods in the
Borough during the rehearsals
For Fashion Rocks, the New York
Fashion Week concert fund raiser
New York life I was lovin' it
Living fast hoping it would last oh well
Seven years later I cannot believe
Visa expired your boy had to leave
Cause
it cost to keep it real?
It's going down like that Maybach
I'm living it up like I never could back in the days way back
Write it record it, let
they drop from the sky
Four little paws and a bark to the Gods
Born from the death of a queen in New York
Mama took that and fought with those odds
no, hell naw, get lost wait a minute dog
Fucked around one night went out in New York
When I met one of the brothers "Up-in-ala-boys"
Ever since then
shit I'll be the first to get with it
Dropping hoe's over there in a New York minute
They ain't shit they finna fill me with lead
Whent he barn yard
Yeah
Mmm hmm
Mmm
Ah
Oh
I was twenty two
Living out my dreams
The world at my feet
New York City
One Friday at work
In her office there she was
dein Arm so stark
Dann Lyle Lovett und Lucinda
Williams, sag mal willst du Kinder?
New York Dolls und Dolly Parton
Ach, ich kann nicht mehr länger
the knowledge
Won't forget where I come from
Outta New York but we ain't from High Bridge
Diving deeper in the ocean
Tryna get this shit in motion
I got my back
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
it is. All my Boston niggaz, Atlanta niggaz
All my New York niggaz, what's happenin' you know
All my niggaz down in Houston, Primo, down in Detroit
Oh, God!
Sole has no eyes.
Could be Jerusalem, or it could be Cairo
Could be Berlin, or it could be Prague
Could be Moscow, could be New York
little boy he's such a trashcan
Everybody claim they know the name
Everybody claiming know the game
While I'm in it for the cash cow
By myself i went
its missin' like AJ
I played it smart, with a little to the side
Bought a bar in New York, where I sit and swallow my pride.
[Chorus:]
I'm home,
Back in the day you had been part of the smart set
You'd holidayed with kings, dined out with starlets
From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri
flying out for New York City, she's the proud owner of her own time
Her boots are still caked with the mud from the Alamo
You can tell her mood by the way
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