Lyrics:
life, no two days the same
Like for y'all to meet the love of my life her name's the game
I'm just ridin' 'round the city
With my hood on and my
That was the scene tonight at the Wegmans in Johnson City
After dozens of protesters rallied over the death of Tyre Nicols
At the hands of Memphis
inspire you
Hear it for New York, New York, New York
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty
No place in
of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for
Clouds have crept on cities
Bottom of the sea
It hurts
Blacking out the sunshine
cnd the city lights
Swallowed by the riptide
Walking like
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
bags
So, how can you tell me you're lonely?
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets
It was in the city of shame
That I found I wasn't to blame
I was looking for a weird thing or two
I discovered that it had to be you
It was in
down in Kansas City
Where even the blues sell by the pound
And I been down in New York City, brother
And that ain't no place to be down
Yeah, I'm
rooftop
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Come on Louis, keep moving forward
Hold your head up high
Windows in New York City
All dressed up with ribbons and smiles
Snow covers the park like a carpet
And bills on white carriages roll by in style
St.
the city
With my homies smokin blunts
Looking for some fun
Looking for some drugs
Filling up the emptiness
We feel down in our guts
Never dumbed by rats
So what up Jay? Shit nothing but the money
What you trying to say?
More fifties more hundreds
Who you trying to be? Who I already is
King of my city
the one they called "The Brute"
The horse that he was looking for
Was in chute number eight
He walked up very slowly
Put his hand upon the gate
We knew he
horse was never born
Than the one they called "The Brute"
The horse that he was looking for
Was in chute number eight
He walked up very slowly
Put
looking for some fun girls
Hell yeah, you can bring your home girls
Baby is a baddie, so attractive
From the Bay to LA, Cali is active
We do that, we
of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for
to regret something you did
Than something you didn't do
Yeah, we were young
And we were looking
Looking
Looking for that deep kick
Yeah, seen them
for no trouble
But nobody dogs me 'round
Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people
Tri-cities here I come
Well, I'm going to fetch my woman,
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin down by the year 2 G
I'm goin be flyin through
a number of these city lights
People under street lights
Looking for some parties
What am I doing here
Breaking rules away from
All those stale cliches
the back seat
Riding wit' the dope boy! (I'm a dope boy wit a guitar)
Tell 'em if they looking for me
I'm on the road to the next city
Riding wit' the dope
In the throbbing city traffic
On a leafy country lane
On the teeming sandy beaches
In the Summer heat or rain
I walk alone
Oh, so all alone
All
up, yup you were so embarrassed
See those are times I can't let go, I can't let go
Man I hate to see you single in the club
Looking for kisses
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