Lyrics:
At the bronx to the New York City so
This is what i'm lovin' it by coming to bodega store
We gon' buy some snacks and we gon' pay it back
We would take some soft
on some wedding cake, just to cope for a loss
Me and Fiend in the city smoking some from the gods
So i know literally I’m physically higher than y’all
They
And I'm waiting for a New York City girl
Times Square looks like Avalon
In a Disney morphine dream
Dylan Thomas rides a white horse drunk
I'm living in a waiting room on the tenth floor
Of a New York City skyscraper
Got the paperwork filled out my friend
Can you tell me how this story
Let's do Paris in July
and New York in May
and I know where we can go
I'll show you a secret place I know
Sights that most will never see
Come away
critical
Fuck ya girl then up the pole
Ya boy cynical
New glock .42
Not scared to use that hoe
Ain’t gon say too much
Just let that shit blow
One word from
People of New York!
For quite some time now I
Have silently observed you
Carrying on with your silly, meaningless
Little lives
Well, tonight, it will
to talk now"
I told em chill out, I ain't in new york now
Any problems I got, get traced in chalk now!
But when I get back, we can sit and chit chat
passin' niggas around like a game of ball
This is my third felony plus my third strike
Man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to life.
Qu new york, you try
know me
I had to kill em in silence
Booked me a flight out the private
Touched down got a couple plays out in New York
Bitch I'm feelin like fivey
Five
city where the club close at 2, Im from New York City so to me that shit is new
I’m trying to have the after party right inside your room I got V12 on my
Promise they're still good in me I know I've done wrong
Been away from the city yet Know it's been too long
Sorry I changed on you I'm sorry I
Everyone staring who is that who is he
Came from nothing showed em something that's just who I be
Riding round the city bumping Blizzy blowing tree
Shawty
is who we are
We Burning like black coal in tar
Cities got us too Far from the stars
See black flowers growing from the vase
On a lonely road looking
Paul Young - Hope in a hopeless World
The baby's born in New York City
Wrapped in a blanket that's tattered and worn
Mama's doing the best she can
Wanna see a demon in New York showing his ve-nom?
I don't need a clique, my nigga
I just run my legion on my own
Tell me you gotta it
Cuz I just know
country songs
Maybe I'll stay right here in Dixie
Or maybe not
Maybe I'll got to New York City
Where the girls are always cheap and the drugs are so pretty
Oh my daddy's from Memphis
He used to hunt in Arkansas
And then he moved to New York City
That's where he met my mom
He wrote his mom and dad
Maybe I'm crazy, baby, drunk out my skull
Hollerin' in the streets of New York
And maybe I'm lazy, babe, find any excuse
To take a day off of work
New girl everyday
Hit me on my iPhone
I don't sip lean
Like I dropped the styrofoam
Underground music
Like I'm in the catacombs
City on my back
I
Youuuu
And I'm swinging for the thrill
See the skyline
I'm way above the hills
Cause I'm sky hi-hi-hi-high
Give the New York people hope
When I fly
Youuuu
And I'm swinging for the thrill
See the skyline
I'm way above the hills
Cause I'm sky hi-hi-hi-high
Give the New York people hope
When I fly
you on Monday
We can meet in New York City you're 1000 miles away but you're always looking so pretty
You're even perfect on your worst days
I'll show
got there, and got a call from a DT (detective)
Sounded nervous saying "we need to talk now"
I told em chill out, I ain't in new york now
Any problems I
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