Lyrics:
deep breaths)
(Hipster by heart, but I can tell you how the streets feel)
Demons posted all around me, I can't beat 'em all alone
Thinking 'bout
ain't gotta grab the musket
It's all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket
Where them niggas I shouted out on my first shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking
C-O-O-L
I might dine in San Francisco
Dance all night in Rome
I go any freakin' place I want to
And my Lear jet brings me home
I got ladies by
eat Pringles, I stack all my chips (my chips)
In Manhattan I smoke by the zip (dope)
Yeah
Out in France I make her suck my oui oui (oui oui)
Manhattan's old Broadway...
But there's one place you can't replace
that's always on my mind
CHORUS
When distant shores seem so near
And old palms sprawl by
time we win
Need somebody from the hood as my councilman, uh
Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit
Yeah I think about
that dial
I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile
My name's Mike D and I'm the ladie's choice
I want to get next to you like Rose Royce
Y'all
I don't need
No one to love me
I'm good
All by myself
I don't need
No one to touch me
I'm good
All by myself
I thought I needed
Another half
Another
Manhattan or way out in some cabin
In the middle of nowhere
Well, baby I'll be there
Wherever you are, wherever it is
Baby it ain't too far
Just give
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
you by my side
I need money so much; I need money so bad
Spanish dialogue
What you gotta do to get ahead these days it seems
You gotta rock
Manhattan
All the people I have met
And never made eye-contact with
A single block would take a day
In the lake
You go nameless but you have
Yoda no need to Ketchum Busy worrying where to Ash
Busy worrying where the ass
Busy worrying where the cash
Family worried I drive to fast
Ew yeah life
to Manhattan
I got smoke all in my eyes
Shorty love my vibe
Cause my bitches get me high
I got Izzy he gone slide
For my demons ima ride
Demons on my side
Yea
Girl cologne you smashin' it
Jump in take a spin destination Staten
I have you home by ten, Shorty started laughin'
She replied, "Street, you
cologne you smashing it
Jump in, take a spin, destination Staten
I have you home by ten, shorty started laughing
She replied, "Street, you ever ride
If they need that shit out of state I bet I hit the road
Moncler puffers in the winter when it's cold
Nigga slidin' in that striker this shit hotter
I left the bike by the curb
Hailed a taxi to my right and told him, "hurry"
Everything was tangerine
Everything was fine
All the untold reveries,
cherry flavored chapstick
While I'm wasting my youth
Stuck in Manhattan traffic
Will you be there waiting for me
I'll be home by two in the morning
We
Brooklyn, yes, me ruling hip-hop
When I'm in Manhattan, me ruling hip-hop
When I'm in Queens, me ruling hip-hop
And when in Staten Island me ruling hip-hop
time
Baby can you do it right
Can you hit the spot
Can you light my light
Can you keep me up all night
Can you make me oh oh oh
I think its time you go
Hova, like, "Nigga, this ain't over", laughin'
I had to hold it down for Queens, 'cause I overvalue fiends
Shout to Brooklyn, all between, hoods be
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of the season
Fly you all the way to the city of Manhattan
Work together we can discover our passion
You deserve the love of the world
I guess we all scared
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