Lyrics:
this New World, thank God I found you
You tell me jokes be the wackest
I love smile cracked when you laughing at it
Black on the outside, Whataburger
Yes man shadetek, Skepta
Jah Mek the World business
Meridian straight from London to Manhattan
Yeah England to America
This how we're doing it it's
looking mystical
For what
I can't love for nun
But it feel good to be loved by someone
I felt the best
I ain't have no stress
20 minutes in and everything
tell you we paid more
You love a good hand whenever the card dealt
But what love got to do with it when you don't love yourself?
I do what I wanna
to manhattan for the feeling
Can't see the roof or the ceiling
Imma do it my way it's old fashioned
She want a sex on the beach
I'll drink it up like a gimlet
I'm fresh to death, call me the grim reaper
It's like I kicked, got a goal, it's Fifa
More like madden with digits I'm adding
Cause I fucked bitches,
ever now that he's my advisor
He never lies to me he shows me he cares
By fixing every problem I take to him in prayer
You can call it rap
But I call it
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
of the rain that falls
Its a cab ride at five a.m.
Manhattan goddess with your Levis and curls
New York City I'm coming home again
Its the rythmn
on the throne
I'd stop this mess and
Just need to think about it
I ain't going to Sun City
If-if somehow by the South African government
Sun City is described
Gotta admit it the nookie felt like magic
Fully equivalent to the love I fathom
Brain orgasm, causing spasms
Tackle that shit run yards like it's madden
Yeah, check check, testing
It's clear out there? Yeah
It's like I'm hang gliding over the hood, ha
Never worry (ohhh, no, no, no)
Check, let
doesn't make it an easy way
With your long brown hair
And your bright blue eyes
As soon as I look at you
I wanna suit up in a tie
From LA to Manhattan
I
brother?
Let's just run it up
Couple songs I did with Tree,
Couple paintings with G-Buck,
Got my family with me,
I ain't never givin' up
Call me 4-leaf
And I wrap the game tight
You can call it vice grips
And you know your biceps get hit
With that tech if you talk
Respect it you better respect
Protect Ya
is all I get today
I'm just fuckin around
Profit Plus Money Gang in it
Yeah, yeah
What are you talkin bout?
Wanted love, HIV is all I get today
I fuck
you tuck every chain
Hoodie say Taxi but it's called Helmut Lang
I got young money, gotta call it Wayne
Four by four I'm looking down like I'm in
be grateful He opened up the fuckin door,
Before I knew it Im in L.A. by the sea shore,
To all the fans don’t worry, I’m workin on that world tour,
When we get by with love (oh, yeah, baby, baby, oh)
When we get by, we'll make it by
When we get by with love
I look in your eyes, I look in your
I'm coming 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
what I'm talking about?
Sure it's scary, but you can make a lot of money with a voice box
Get a voice box, walking around the streets of Manhattan
"You
control
Let me take you to the crib
Let me ease your soul
(My love)
I'm gonna take it nice and slow
But first let me, let me, let me talk to her
goes
And your bats won't bend
He said you call me up my cousin,
Manhattan ain't got nothing on a good friend
And I thanked him for his great escape
But I
looked at me, my heart starts pounding
Million dollar smile, wanna be her accountant
When we locked eyes, I was hypnotized
Love at first sight, I was
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