Lyrics:
A meaty fringe in a leather casket
Fuck that, I eat my offspring
Hang myself on a leather heart string
Cut the page from the New York Times
See, I'm
the only one I truly adored
Tell me why I let you play with my heart
Just to get away, I caught a flight to New York
This heartbreak, I cannot take anymore
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
you help me
I'm not grieving
New York, save me
Till I'm not afraid of dying
Out in the cold, I'm surrounded by Christmas lights
I'm far from home
You wanna hear
I'll take you on a journey to new york city
I swear that it's nice out there
We'll eat food near times square
We'll fly in through JFK
squeal (ayy)
Quarter mill' just for these rocks on my ears (ayy)
Girl, let me squeeze it to see if it's real (woo)
Freaky lil' New York bitch, call her
Spinin on my dick
Life too short we don't forget
You tried to be up in that trap
But need new ways to meet your ends
Hopped up on that road with a dream
This is a Gucihousehold nigga
I said from start
My words gon leave a mark
Don't care for the charts, best light skin outta New York
Expensive suits,
uh)
You put a lock on the door ima brake in
Chasing simoleons think I'm a Sim (Simoleons)
You get in my way ima send you to grim
Not from New York I
eyes before
As blue as where the ocean meets the shore
She smiles as if to say, was it New York or L.A.
I wonder where I've seen those eyes before
In
bender in effect, sole defenders of the longest night New York had never slept, and there were jumping jacks and whistlers over Christmas, like rockets
Queen out the Kingdom, and put her in jeans
New York, New York, big city of schemes
Me and her, love to ball, like a basketball team
Remind me
(up back!)
In new york city okaland, californidona (kay!)
On every married keisha cole with' dat trim stomach (gay!)
And she lovin' on this nigga in
wild and livin life type of foul, that was my shorty's style
But deep down in heart he was still only a child
He was typin nice at ball, if he had
of the
Beast week to week
He shackled from his head to his feet
Life is deep
New York City too small for everbody to eat
Some explore the world and don't give
dawg when I meet a new broad
Or end up living homeless in the streets of New York
It’s not like you’ll do anything when you see this dude lost
But by now
Payed intuition played a major role in peace exchanges
New world order demanding cooperation
The Slave Mill grinding slow but grinding still
So, still be
to run away but my heart just won’t obey
And every street I wander I want you
Because of all these things I got to know
What wintertime is like in New York
heart
By ripping to pieces without a good reason
You fuck with that other man
Fucking that other man
Fuck it 'cause nigga I'm on a new level
You love me
on my mind
My little guy
Four months your life
Was by my side
Still down to ride
You know I'll slide
For you you're mine
I was living wrong was never in
2200 and counting, what's up
I don't even want another relation if Imma just end up in the mud
16 and still countin' up
Heart broken till I sew it up
then you look up at me
Aww man, that shit right there
Probably give your ex nightmares
Miss Brooklyn New York
I'll give you whatever to get to your
still bijak
Get the fuck out my face, kimak
They tryna find me they aint got a clue
Creeper raf simons in 02
No you cannot imitate what i do
And its
Chains wrap round cold days
Heavy like hearts in pain
Sometimes I just can't think straight
Oh whenever I see stars above
I see you, my New York love
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