Lyrics:
No one falls in love on East 34th I could move out and cut all my hair short It's not that bad I'm just that bored Cause no one falls in love
I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth She's got a shop down on 34th and Vine Sellin' little
I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth You know that gypsy with the gold cap tooth She's got a pad down at 34th and Vine Sellin' little bottles
We be cooling on the 34th Floor Champagne rocks (joints) And the Cuervo If you want more Just say so Bags coming through We gon’ roll some more We be
Waiting for my miracle on 34th street A sight that I never even got to see Is it impossible to believe That I pictured it with you and me? Three
Monday Tuesday on the conway Wednesday Thursday on the conway Friday Saturday on the conway 34th and broadway 34th and broadway whoa-ho! I
I tell you every street's a boulevard in old New York Every street's a highway of your dreams It's a thrill to shop on 34th street Or down in
on 34th and Vine Well I took a leek on the bald rear tyre of my old Buick And wondered if the pressure was as pumped so to speak As the pounds per square
I took my troubles down to Madam Rue You know, that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth She's got a pad down on 34th and Vine Selling little bottles
the door She's a miracle but she ain't up on 34th Now I see her smile and she smelling like vanilla Like vanilla And she smelling like vanilla Like vanilla
niggas Bitch! 'Cause on 14th Street, I was wanted (wanted) 34th Street, I was wanted (wanted) 116th, I was wanted (yeah) If it's a grimey world
like junior high school, hustler (He used to sell umbrellas on 34th Street) yup (Him and Clint, but your father) and then he wanted to branch himself
no where else to go Everyone surrounding me, station packed on 34th Then my body started shaking, I was no longer in control Everything went black, not
I’m with they ain’t no pickles Real gang members talking gang shit October 34th is when you get hit October 34th that’s when the trap lit Fucked her I
my fault No one should be this codependent Is it worth it to wake up at 3 am In a McDonald's parking lot On my 34th birthday, disheveled And tired
evoke the 34th You're a man on a mission, you're a girl just through the door Your bags are taken upstairs, bare feet against the floor It's home it's
hair, put on my clothes Put on my shoes, powder my nose Get on the train, down to 34th I don't care about you anymore I want to break up Break down Break
Cold nights Black and white Miracle on 34th I bet you think of me when you see it something about christmas Cold nights Black and white Miracle
intentions Saying crazier things have happened And in ten years you could come right back again And mess me up again So if you see me down on 34th street If
a Tessy See me cruising down 34th street My whole life has changed for the better Why don't you sit down I'ma tell you a story When I turned 23 I came out
Little bitch you laugh again Just rot in hell with your pal I wanna rip you a part You cannot escape from Can't leave behind 34th street You
On 34th Street, in the Square of Herald I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald- Ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow 'cause the hoe didn't win
wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle On 34th Street, in the Square of Herald I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald- Ine Ferraro,
and bustle Snow and lights make wonderland Out of this concrete jungle There's a miracle on 34th Street On a train, yeah, that lady With all them bags,
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