Lyrics:
of New York (New York, New York)
If I was white, I probably couldn't dunk
'Cause everybody knows white man can't jump (nope)
And I probably wouldn't be
York groove
I'm back
back in the New York groove
I'm back in the New York groove. in the New York groove.
In the back of a Cadillac with a lady by
a three-day run, bitch
Take them mothafuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be livin' in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky
New york city is a thousand miles away
And if you ask me, I'll tell you that's ok
Now I'm not trying to put the big apple down
'Cause they don't need
prolly got these rappers passin fray
Look, New York you gotta feel me I
Was at the Rock The Mic tour
Barely old enough to hear it
Man and standin' next
York groove
I'm back
Back in the New York groove
I'm back in the New York groove. in the New York groove.
In the back of a Cadillac with a lady by
the king of new york
King of new york
King of new york
Excuse me Mr. Lennon
If I take a page out in the Times
So the world knows I found
The love of my life
d'exil aux States
J'fais du New York shit, préviens toute ta clique
Vingt ans qu'j'suis dans l'biz, nique ton putaclik
Si tu m'aimes pas t'en es libre mais
me to Drake
Could have been J Cole if I met J-Hov
(Who dat? ASAP) But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip
I got tired of New York City, of its sidewalks and its heat
So I got myself a great big horse and I rode him down the street
And then I hollered,
(4,3,2,1)
Is the city spinnin' fast?
T-Minus 4, 3, 2, 1 blast
5 Star dinner chandelier peeled off the glass
I was
In New York City trippin' of a tab
important like the pope, I'm a muslim on pork
I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the king of New York
King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both
clignotent en haut
Annoncent la coupure de réseau New York, Paris ou Rome
Ne nous appelle pas, on rôde
Hé wow Les lumières clignotent en haut
Annoncent la
New York City sure does sound nice
Thanks for that one Hollywood
But I’m just a Midwest boy
And I’m tired of this time of year in this type of town
Cause I’ve been trying to figure out
Figure out a way
I haven’t seen the Sun in a few days
Judging by the lockdown of New York City
Spring hasn’t sprung
Start spreading the news
KEEDS are leaving today
Pig's even coming along this time
New York, New York
Ok Polly
Your turn
These beat up shine shoes
the New York Times said
God is dead and the war's begun
Alvin Tostig has a son today
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
Yes, he shall be
yo,
I'm a bad what? bout to get a mani-ped
I'm the big bad wolf and your granny dead
Even though I'm in Mexico
I rep New York like Plexico
Look, switch
To be young and in love in New York City (in New York City)
To not know who I am but still know that I'm good long as you're here with me
To be
Listen, baby
I've got news
I've got bad news for you
And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side
Bitches flock like TMZ every time
Right there in new york city
I saw the tourists staring back at me (They're all staring back at me)
In Times Square in New York City
And in that moment
Tick, tick, tock
Yo Check it out it's your boy Don Cannon
You've just experience A Matter of Time
Presented by my Homie
Mike Posner, and DJ Benzi
New York city
All the bright lights in New York
Last time that I saw you it was dark
I remember that you don't believe me
Take my seat and wait
Going home
Where the New York city winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
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