Lyrics:
real?
We sold dope to get meals while white folk in Smithfield
Fuck Israel, it's Kill Hills, spilt pills for my bill
Write wills for my seeds, to live
you?
Looking at my Rollie, yeah, it's almost seven
Bill Gates state of mind with an automatic weapon
You might remember from putting on for the city
Screamn' whitewall tires and a guitar by his side
Billy's got the fever as he rolls on through the night
Some were born to listen, some were born
at my Rollie, yeah, it's almost 7
Bill Gates state of mind with an automatic weapon
You might remember from putting on for the city
Or back when it was
you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York, New York, New York
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big
Alright, the story about a briefcase, a lunch, and a man on the edge
The freeway is jammed and it's backed up for miles
This car is an oven
run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Are they looking for you?
You're frightened and confused
I want my mama
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run
But
Joe Bloggs
Gotta bill a pension now so when I'm older
I can live when I can't get jobs
When I make a song, I ain't looking for a nod
Cause man ah
Well, I got caught in Panama City
Trying to buy some beer for some Georgia girls
And I got wore out by my daddy
For stealing cigarettes from
Do you remember we were sitting there by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful
on
Where my rag wearing soldiers that
Love to watch the dough stack
Never leave the house without their strap
(That's what I'm looking for)
They know
started
It's looking like the city towed
My other apartment
She got a doorbell sign that said
"Bring it or don't ring it"
She's the woman (go on)
the cheese Aaron Rodgers
So I won't have to worry about them (HOOK)
Niggas looking for a handout but
I got bills to pay
I was taught man to keep my
Head high
love you.
And if you take some pride in being alive,
And you're interested in looking inside of yourself,
Just drop on by, baby ask me why,
At least
by something
Pity pity, flock to these cities
Seem to forgot, punch the robot
New ways replace the old daze
Know the old guys rule in disguise
(But let
Looking, looking, looking
Looking, looking, looking
Looking, looking
Looking
Looking
Looking for revenge
All summer sixteen
All summer
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
me in your city, somewhere out in your hood (uh, uh)
Just say
Smile for me daddy
What you looking at?
Let me see ya grill
Let you see my what?
I've been looking for an original sin
One with a twist and a bit of a spin
And since I've done all the old ones
Till they've all been done in
Now
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
at
And I was campaign shouting like a southern diplomat
Downtown searching for her, looking all around.
Saw her getting in a yellow cab heading up town.
Stack of bills on her kitchen table
Out go the lights and off goes the cable
If she don't pay 'em by the 15th
And it don't look like she's gonna
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