Time for that daily look into the mirror making sure my teeth are still on straight and i guess my smile is working properly heaven knows things haven
Lovers will spin Lovers will fly Floating off the ground Before your very own eyes Take it to heart Taken to fly Lifting one another to a literal high
Doesn't talk much, enters unnoticed by me like a vapor drifting through the assembly watching others, let down he is removed from the masses, knowing
know I must move on. We are the broken hearts that got lost or set astray. We are the unemployed, still tangled up in our dreams. This is a new sign,
Burning down the house again burning in the autumn wind aint that comical, sympathetic, beautiful watch the roof become a blade caving in on what i
Tip of the iceberg setting free its greater half, Strange how the heat can rip apart the frozen mass. Spinning slow in the water. Edge of an unforgiving
Navigated into my own hole, I've got a stunning view Of all I can't control. It's insulated but the walls are cold. One foot on the ground. One eye
Turn the engine off (flip it into neutral) barrelling down duncan hill leading to a tunnel (like a laughing tiger) swallowing the night and daylight
Have we been falling down the hill? Laughing far too hard to notice? Have we forgotten who we are? Submitting to what life makes us.. In a time of apathy
women and died for it You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it New York City of God I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads
to respirators On they last breath talking to investigators I'm a breath of fresh air And a fresh pair Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
[Intro] Yeah man, Real Talk New York Yeah man, Street F-F-F-Fitted, Damn Yeah man [Chorus] Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round
do better both) Before these slugs sink hitters, weighs like anchors We don't own clean guns (all our skets is dirty I toss bullets, New York niggas gel
when I'm in Chi-Town My bitches in B-More, Blow til they knees sore Good damn, there face I, ain't screwed down in St. Lou New York, It ain't got no pipe
the condo cats will leave ya dead for Chicks givin sarges and crucial head for That make local cops go to feds for Anything you want nigga now I got the bread for [Repeat Chorus] [DJ Clue talkin...] New York
pamper brand Those in the Lambo slants With a madame from France With a ass so big You couldn't hide it in hammer pants Who else be in New York With Miami
shirts with the bigger picture on em I'm too big man And I'm so Brooklyn The name is just enough to get your throat token The real talk new york is holding
I'm the quiet dude that creep behind Tony I do it for fifty thousand I'm the kid involved with more projects than New York City Housing I get in ya girly