Lyrics:
am the baddest girl in NYC
You can look but please don't touch, boy
Stay away from me
Baby, I'm a cinnamon girl
Keepin' it fresh on the far east side
find what is near
Don't question I'm not alone
Somehow I'll find my way home
My sun shall rise in the east
So shall my heart be at peace
And if
Saturday night and you're still hangin' around
Tired of living in your one horse town
You'd like to find a little hole in the ground
For awhile
Pa-paya mama, pearl of the deep blue sea
Tell your pa pa-paya, you're comin' home with me! ( Yip! )
I came to Cuba for a holiday, pa-paya mama took
da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da
Hopped on the Metro
And I'm on my way home
But I can't get him out of my mind
No matter
the west
I've sang the glory that was Rome
And passed the hound-dog singer's home
It still seems for the best
And I'm far, far away
With my head up in
da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da
Hopped on the Metro
And I'm on my way home
But I can't get him out of my mind
No matter
overnight, its citizens plump, voyeuristic. Slowly they watch every movement by anybody or anything. I bless my uncanny ability to blend. My friend Matthew is
Frost on the bedroom window
Snow fallin' on the ground
The leaves are gone for winter
But I feel the love all around
And no matter what's underneath
I ride east every other Friday but if I had it my way
A day would not be wasted on this drive
And I want so bad to hold you
Son, there's things I
in the east they can meditate
They can recreate the sound of all and bring us home
I think I'll go there some day
Maybe for a holiday
Maybe just
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
Oh, there's no place like
Home for the holidays,
'Cause no matter how far away you roam
When you pine for the sunshine
Of a friendly face
devising
And be there when the Dutchman comes.
Wee girl in a straw hat: from far east warring
Sad cargo of an old ship: young bodies whoring
Slow ocean
ideas, flames and reverie
For when the rays cut through the car, with no one
Just a sense of something
All the way
We're okay
Safe and sound
Far
the west
I've sang the glory that was Rome
And passed the hound-dog singer's home
It still seems for the best
And I'm far, far away
With my head up in
holla!
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked
For the record khaled from the South where
Them bammers be moving
I ride east every other Friday but if I had it my way
A day would not be wasted on this drive
And I want so bad to hold you
Son, there's things I
travels
Across the golden east
I see your preparations
Invite me first to feast
Take me I'm yours
Because dreams are made of this
Forever there'll be
He: I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have invented my own,
She: Darling this place is a lover's oasis where lights where we chase is
roasting)
Got no scarf
(Don't need no mittens)
Maybe a sweater for the evening time
'Cause where I'm from, it's warm outside
It's a California Christmas
You
home,
For the old Kentucky home far away.
They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon,
On meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by
even up yet, I'm thinkin' 'bout the check (wop)
Woke up in the mornin', bust down me a brick
Give Metro a million, told him not to quit (true)
East
life, like when and where
We didn't have no internet
But man I never will forget
The way the moonlight shined upon her hair
And we were trying
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