Lyrics:
guys
It talks about relationships being so wonderful
Almost too good to be true
You don't know if this is a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Seeit already
Gravey sweet already hhmm
Seeit already
And mi gravey sweet already hhmm
God a dweet
Seeit already
Gravey sweet already hhmm
Seeit
catcher, drops ya, slasher
Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture
No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin lonely
Phone me home I'm in
before niggaz learned gun fool
Yeah +Run+, D.M.C.'s were original
Now we got pretty thugs, and sore criminals
I remember hip-hop, not dominated by visual
Picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Know what I'm talkin' about
I design this rhyme in my slime where miracles happen
Scheme; world domination, snatch Queens next Manhattan
So hold
They know that I’m the one
I get it done
They saying ummm
They looking dumb
Selfish
Selfish
Selfish
Selfish
I ain't being selfish
Cause I talk about
of rosemary
If in the obituary column, sniff it
It was written by the forks
And knives of Mary Mallon fever in the stew
Sorta buried in rabbit's and boiled
him by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what
for a medic
Niggas really sweet by the way they talk they need to see a dentist
Don't believe that shit that they telling you if I never said it
I flex
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
by,
I won't leave it
Sparks fly,
Everything outside this bubble pass by, pass by,
I won't leave it
Sweet Caroline,
Bad bitch,
I didn't
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
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
known as Brooklyn
New York, New York are you ready?
Staten Island
New York, New York Are you ready?
And Manhattan
Yo, yo
Through the thick of this
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
that's that baby talk
That's that baby talk
Yeah
You said oh boy you so fine that's that baby talk
You said you are sweet as wine that's that baby talk
You
Manhattan
So hold the Latin Quarter, behold the prophecy
I'm levitatin on water, demonstratin somethin properly
The A to the be , there can only be one
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
ear
And tell me all the things
That I'm longing to hear, yeah
You can keep your money, boy, that's alright
It's the sweet talk, baby, that I like
to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin'
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