Lyrics:
lights, big city nowhere to run
Far cry from the streets where I was born
I've been doing some travelling
Sometimes the road gets hard
But you can
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
The weeks have gone by not a word have I heard since then
I read in the papers of far away places she's been
I can't eat I can't sleep for over and over
for cute little divos
Or rich city guys, who just want to enjoy (uh)
By having a very good time
And behave very bad in the arms of a boy
There's
bad I go to pieces"
If you want it, Boys, get it here, thing
Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head
For I put all I have in
Ayy, in my city I'm the top boy
And I didn't even have to be in Top Boy
If you're asking what I done then it's a lot, boy
You rap meeks make me wanna
see her camel all I wanna do hump
Okay the Hall of Fame keep callin' my name
Got a mural on the wall I'ma legend
From the motor city and been have
been under fire
Don't you know me I'm the boy next door
The one you find so easy to ignore
Is that what I was fighting for?
Walking on a thin
been under fire
Don't you know me I'm the boy next door
The one you find so easy to ignore
Is that what I was fighting for?
Walking on a thin
been under fire
Don't you know me I'm the boy next door
The one you find so easy to ignore
Is that what I was fighting for?
Walking on a thin
Stone.
Yeah.
There's still crime in the city,
Said the cop on the beat,
I don't know if I can stop it
I feel like meat on the street
They paint my
the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free
Now I
Far from the cry of the city, where flowers pretty caress the streams,
Cozy to hide in, to love side-by-side in. Don't let it abide in my dreams.
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire
Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
Hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think it's for me
But
By the fleet, ain't even sleep in a week (in a week)
Rich city stunner, I get cold in the summer
I got money so long lookin' like a phone number
I
And the hours go by like minutes
And the shadows come to stay
So you take a little something
To make them go away
I could have done so many things, baby
If I
born (can you say New York City)
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em
Hey
And could I be a star?
Does fame in this game have to change who you
born (can you say New York City)
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em
Hey
And could I be a star?
Does fame in this game have to change who you
to heal my ill heart
I keep it locked up inside
I cannot express to the point I've regressed
If anger's a gift, then I guess I've been blessed
I
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
Far from the cry of the city, where flowers pretty caress the streams,
Cozy to hide in, to love side-by-side in. Don't let it abide in my dreams.
slipping down The Wall for it's slick with rain.
How would life have ever been the same if this wall had carved in it one less name?
But for Christ's
Tea For Two
Tony Bennett
(Irving Caesar/Vincent Youmans)
I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have invented my own.
Darling this
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