Lyrics:
up all your cookies with the autumn air incarnate
He all-city by the time your eyes adjusted to the darkness
In parts uncharted, always find
[Fred] Yeah. This beat here was created in the Hamptons
[Chop] Uughhh!
[Fred] And dropped in Manhattan
[Background:] Hey-o, Hey-o
[Chop] Bad Boy's
Give a fuck you why, give a fuck you high
Give a fuck if you end up in a box or get locked
You probably get raped by a cop or get shot
Who you anyway?
The cold air's clouded by the way I'm breathing
(The city, New York city)
Oh walking through Manhattan
Dressed up so beautiful
I see the city from
On
An island trying to peep the horizon from the highest peak in the sky and
Puerto Rico, Ireland, Manhattan chimed in by him every place I been
going home to my city by the Bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway
twenty-five Puerto Ricans, Manhattan Mohicans
And Jewish-Italian Pawnbrokers
Lead their theatrical lives in their rooms in the wings
While outside in
her down, I never
And this time when we hit record they gon' stand in line
Hang my mind, they think I ain't changed in the summertime
He got span
in your eyes
I fell like a feather as we came together
So deep into Paradise
Ooh, I'm deep into Paradise
Your a child of Manhattan
With a body like
the bands (She gettin' off)
He ain't Meech but his whole team eats (They gettin' off)
When your city know you running the streets (We gettin' off)
Get 'em in
cliques
Around me I'm surrounded by the most devoted clique
We saw the smokers get rowdy for all the potentness
And still ain't know how sick it was in
lying and your diamonds
Basically, I'm tired of feelin'
Sick and tired
A$AP (A$AP) born in money makin' Manhattan
Every nigga on my block wanna
Be a Main
going home to my city by the Bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway
going home to my city by the Bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway
complete
'Till I hit the city with a 600 Jeep
Hardest nigga from All Out you want to meet
Hash in the dash with heat under the seat
Chased
I know you heard the tune
I don't care anyway imma stay with you
Step two by two
It's me and you
Like 2 + 2
Summertime in the city
Baby let's get
Basically, I'm tired of feelin' sick and tired
A$ap, born in money makin' Manhattan
Every nigga on my block wanna be a Main Attrakion
Shout my nigga
We're in the room
And I tell you it's time
But you say sorry
You can't be mine
I keep changing the cities
It's a bit of a climb
But I say alright
We're in the room
And I tell you it's time
But you say sorry
You can't be mine
I keep changing the cities
It's a bit of a climb
And I say alright
say
Summertime soon slips away
I hope I'll see you one fine day on Yonge Street
Everywhere you go in a city by the lake
Back there in the flow you may
Know you got a bad reputation, came to the city on vacation
You with your friends came to my end
You know what it's like in the summer pull up to my
white man's gold
I had to leave and go back to Manhattan
Where all my stories are bought and sold
I know the city would surely be saddened
If what I knew
of New York,->[Charlie Chaplin]....(pause)
I shine bright like city lights in Manhattan
[Ya] gettin bit by my deadly pet Komodo Dragon
Getting hit with my
of blue struttin' along two by two
Their guns hangin' low like the cowboys you dig in the old gunfights
Chorus
But still I got hooked on them big apple
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