Lyrics:
fire's in
You dwelling in hell where them snitch niggaz lyin, friend
Ya skin start bubbling from in the hot oven
Say peace to my man down there, K-Dozen
Side of Harlem, I never stress valance
Checks pilin', black shades wave the Tech smilin'
Nautica trunks, a hundred blunts on the next island
My neck
and Ely
I need you here with me
Cause I'm lonely in Long Island City
Long Island City, oh L.I.C.
Where the yellow cabs come home to sleep
One stop from
grieving
So that there then can be forgiving
There has to be knowledge and understanding
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
hell where them snitch niggaz lyin, friend
Ya skin start bubbling from in the hot oven
Say peace to my man down there, K-Dozen
It's Ghost, pressing y'all
Hook: This is new york city,we get new york gritty/where breakfast in the morning is a newport and henny/gettin money in these streets gotta move wit
faggot junkie, Brooklyn bound
But I admit that I've been in my head all this time
Not anymore
Where do you wanna go?
We can try L.A.
It's a cruel world but
Coney Island coastin', fuckin' token deals
On the Thunderbolt coaster, and I am pukin' meals
I missed the Cyclone, though
I got that by photo
I'm on that
where you from that it's where you at
But where I'm from, why'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at
Born and bred in the streets of New York, New York
On the edge of life, I can see past the horizon
On the edge of life, I can feel time flying by
On the edge of life, I'm standin' on a lonely island
need a ride or die, I need you by my side when I get lonely
You keep it lowkey I need you on me, I need you only
I need you now forever, I need you bae (
I see you sitting lonely in the middle of the crowd
Connection a million miles away
Consumed by a thousand poisoned thoughts unspoken
Unchallenged,
mystery what's underneath them
They for my eyes only, you call me when you lonely
but I like to make the baddest girls wait, I got G baby
Interlude: Nas
won't see me tomorrow [uh-huh] (uh-huh)
I'll be gone by daylight [Doubt that] (What?)
And you'll be so full of sorrow [Yeah right]
You'll go tell all
little homies
One year younger din' get where I was going
Took a turn to the worse when my father left me lonely
Mmm, lonely in my room
I, I mean me up
homies
One year younger they ain't get where I was goin'
Took a turn for the worst when my father left me lonely
Lonely in my room I, I mean me up
like my lonely bungalow
Where we board up all the windows
Cuz there's a blackout on the way
There's a fog outside
So we don't leave Queens tonight
I
end look at how it ties in
Back in high school thought my room was an island
Stu my cocoon where I bloom, that was my plan
That's a bar bruh
Like I'm
like this
An abandoned house in a Brooklyn dump
Is where I had him bound and tied
And I knew that I would never be caught
Because I've done this
beat him up, broke his jaw
He claimed he got jumped
Got on an orange suit it hurt to see my mans in cuffs
It goes to show how these Brooklyn streets were
you see 2Pac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Busta, I hit em' up...
Interlude: 2Pac
Yeah,
Only an island
And the lonely horizon
Knows what it's like
To be pushed by the tide
Just to pull you back in
Surrounded by water
Going nowhere but
sudoku
You think we crazy now, you ain't seen cuckoo, but
How you want it, we can give it to you
Brooklyn streets - where killers pack pistol heat
It
the scars still very real
Well
No scars, no stories to tell right?
Cant revel heavens day without a bit of hells night
Wrapped in boxes where memories go
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