Lyrics:
grim sadness and so stressed
Oh yes, instead it's no stress, with green all in my old head
Like my team's New York Jets
No stress like STD tests after
on the street midtown New York City
Let me stop praise your name I need room to breath
I want to feel your ease; I got to feel your peace
Screaming' down on my,
by the water
Finding shade cause you forgot your sunglasses
Our boat broke down near the marker
Started drifting away from the harbor
I need you to be
On a private jet eating caviar lentils
Bend the flight attendant like
A New York pretzel
Stab the fucking pilot with a number 2 pencil
Ain't no yeast in the east
city's changed and I'm zoned out
I thought about New York, maybe SoCal
Put up condos people can't afford now
Marks bulldozed been tore down
a bop
All the shorties show me love all the homies gimme props
And I'm good with all the thugs - when you come around you not
Fans in Cali and New York -
on a thrift in New York
Same old people keep telling me I'm going places
Sometimes I feel like it don't count till it's new faces
But they don't get it, they
this
Life I ain't chose man, but I was given
If I ain't got it yet then you know I gotta go get it
All my friends pulling up in new ass whips
But I still
Revealing by right, he's heat but I'm light
He feel it shine bright, deleting all hype
I'm not shining, I'm glowing
Every rhyme is a poem
You been already
I've never been to New York City
But the thought has got me wondr'in
If my life will ever take me there someday
Maybe there I'd meet somebody
Who
the bucket
I ain't hanging in there cause I'm climbing up it
I done Switch my speech up while Going public
I was walking beerfoot before The Jordan's
I'm set down
Like the well on goes away!!!!!!
The band now sings new lyrics when they play this one live, and they seem to be about heroin
could play it back like a voicemail
Stood strong when I took that L
Um godbody an we live in hell
I'm dodgin suckas an a jail cell
I need that money like
the rapper with clout other niggas yap about
You know the one that introduce New York to the beach cruiser
Got 'em puttin red and blue strings in they G-Units
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin'
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
Fifteen man taken captive in a hostile foreign land
Scorchin' sun beaming down onto miles and miles of sand
A mideast country being ruled
By a man
it right
She by side
When I slide
In my car
Know she fuckin with a star
Not a pusha
Got bars
Shirt, titties nice, I'm hard
Both be litty, pet the kitty
you give it up and buy me a drink?
Why don't you live it up right here on the sink?
Got a message on the radio
Back in San Diego down to Mexico
shit don't stop
Then I smoke up all your crops
Have your bitch slob on my knob
Play Sweatshirt, that shit a bop
In New York, I milly-rock
Neck like
caught in Bridgeport
New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, 'cause man
Sometimes it's hard to wake up in
waited on
Just to find out all the money in our pension was gone
We invested in somethin' called the Abacus Bond
Sold to us by a New York banker
Good
like
Hate on me, I throw that peace sign, how you feel, I do not relay
Downtown kid I'm a New York nigga with a chip like that
Gotta move on, let go
And every record store sells the same fucking shit
Phish and New York jazz and the lot of it
We're all made hearty, but the love is running thin
Roll a joint
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