Lyrics:
I'm going home to my city by the bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars
Climb
taste, and they watch us
The spots an expensive place
Manhattan New York, I'm try'na keep steamin'
It's good for the lungs
Had plans for the evening
This
Vegas, it could’ve been worse
Hell, this girl in Nashville tried to call me on the phone
I got a girl in every town, but I’m going home alone
Day shift
Vegas,
It could've been worse
Hell, this girl in Nashville
Tried to call me on the phone
I got a girl in every town,
But I'm going home alone
Day
i'm a call away
Heaven and hell
And your friends as well
Can tell we're made to stay
I think i'm in love
I'm in love
I'm in love again
If you need
Why?
(Cause I'm fly)
It's not a lie
(Cause I'm fly)
[ VERSE 1 ]
I just ride around town in my Caddy Seville
Lookin buff, pockets stuffed with
narcotics amidst its risks and frisks
Cool cliques throw bricks but seldom hit targets
Private-DIC sell hits, like porno-flicks do chicks
The 666 cut W.I
But the people they call it art, how is it happening
I touch down like a plane at the terminal
Gut you like a fish you bet against me, that's surgical
I
hair, red Jag
Kinda bowlegged, Chanel sweatpants, she thick
She love her some pussy, don't really give a fuck about dick
That's when I got the call, yo
Money isn't everything
As anyone who's rich
It can buy pain and misery
Or grief
Though money isn't everything
I have a pauper's itch
So
Money isn't everything
As anyone who's rich
It can buy pain and misery
Or grief
Though money isn't everything
I have a pauper's itch
So
Strung along by a fiction
Read it in a magazine
Strung along by a fiction
From a movie screen
In Manhattan
You cannot have it all
Turn around for
and your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was
Todd Browning's freak you was
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee
I'm sure you're
where's my bitches?
It's all good
It's all right
Fuck all day
Fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East
where's my bitches?
It's all good
It's all right
Fuck all day
Fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East
I came to see the mamis in the spot
On the count of three, drop your body like it's hot
One, Young, two, you-
One, two, three
Young Hov's a snake
your pride aside
Keep me in your life
Keep me by your side
From Day to Night
We cruising and we vibin down the streets of Old Manhattan
Then I wake up,
I can't sleep tonight
The Manhattan skyline keeps shining through
I just call out your name
And pray to God I make it home to you
If there's
$Livin $Lovin $Brooklyn by The Bliss Magnets
Verse
I’m a model
Coming down the runway
In a sheen of confidence
With that eXtra X presence
It’s
Ayy
Whose fault? Uh
(Whose fault?)
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names,
catcher, drops ya, slasher
Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture
No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin lonely
Phone me home I'm in
combined
I hope that your parents don't mind
Pull up with a lamb by your house some time
Always have love for you under the weather
Maybe in the future we'll
to the crease in her garter
Her ass my religion, her love's why I'm livin'
I smoke farm to face by the field full, partner
Life's a shitnado, the smoke my
and call me baby
I'm going to bed, but my phone is by my side, I keep looking and watching and waiting
Call me if you love me, I'm just waiting for your
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