Lyrics:
someone won't stop talking about the weather
Yeah the city don't feel too much like the city when the sun shines
You'll be sittin' pretty in the park with
Out on a limb, there's so much to deplore, now there is no one else to grieve
Gone in a blink, a vision he had borne, pursuing kin in New York City
Now forty years have come and gone
And I'm far away from there
And I ride the Amtrak from New York City
To Philadelphia
And there's a man to bring
And if you believe in all, say America
My country dears of me, America
Sweet land of liberty, America
From the south of DC to the greater town of New
Chicken, and fuckin' McDonald's
Fuck all you glamorized faggot niggaz
Y'all on some real hardcore, maggot niggaz
Catch you in the gridlock in New York City
the streets of new york city
Hes almost dead from breathing in air pollution
He tried to vote but to him there's no solution
Living just enough, just enough
the money, I am the king of New York
And I rock a sew-in weave (woo, woo, woo, woo)
I run it, I run it, I relay the win
They talkin', they talkin', I'm
To be young and in love in New York City
To not know who I am but still know that I'm good long as you're here with me
To be drunk and in love in
To be young and in love in New York City
To not know who I am but still know that I'm good long as you're here with me
To be drunk and in love in
Cleveland, Cincinnati
Brooklyn, the Bronx, New York, out to Cali
Oakland, Compton, my niggaz in Frisco
Vallejo, Sacramento, Fresno to Fillmore
Futuristic like
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
I'm on a rooftop somewhere in New York City
Party just like the ones you used to bring me to
When it was me and you
I'm keeping busy, moving
made us
We give fuck if they hate us
Look, Imma get it by the wave
Always on a paper chase
No new faces, just blue faces
Just piling all up in my safe
Woke up in Paris starting again,
I was in New York losing a friend,
I thought I had this figured out from the get go,
Not really I guess so,
L.A was
without a sound
As I counted city blocks
Ticking by
And on that bitter New York night
I heard the buzz of neon lights
I felt your hand so warm and tight
shit is so sad it's astounding (woah)
I do not stay in Lc or New York I keep all of my business in County
cll of this ice on my wrist looking wavy I hope
It's just us knockin' bitches
We just met down (We just met 'em)
Hittin' bitches in New York, I'm a Met now
(Met now)
Yeah, fuck it
I might tell pops
it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have
understand what i'm doin'
Money in my hand, nigga, 28 grams when i'm rollin'
Been through New York and London and Paris and back
South By Southwes only
could sell her at an auction
Bought a new watch and that shit dipped in frostin'
I take the play, I'm Randy Moss-in
I am no weirdo
I am a Martian
stories 'round the places
Lighting up the vibe of this lovely city, yeah
Stargazing in the lookout of Mt. Cootha
Fine dining in the evening around West End
Yeah, nigga watch out murda burner fo'-sho
Wit that New York city [unknown] out
Gritty [unknown], semi charged out, remi car swirved
In and out
Woke up in
Woke up in New York CityLying on the floor
Just outside of Marcy's - West 54 wow
You gonna know my name by the end of the night, yeah
You
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