Текст песни Jon Bellion - New York Soul (Part II)

[Chorus: Alec Benjamin]Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my lifePush me down the Hudson and turn on the radioLong Island's own smiling cause my soul is flyingI did everything for New York[Verse 1: Jon Bellion]New Yorker in California, packed Brooklyn up in this bagI'm in Malibu with the Bronx, she's in Kevin love with your manKyrie me to the king, I'm just making you understandWhat I rustle up in the West, cause my reach is Kevin DurantRecords are very pop with a pocket deeper than sandA juxtaposition, Sam Cooke, Billy Joel, Steely DanChanging the fucking spectrum, I need you to understandLike I took the fall for some drugsThat've been nominated for Grams (it's Grammy's)Skinny genius got blueprints up in my handSo the minute you hear my singleJust know that it's in my planAdvantage of demographics, I'm Jigga, Bruno and Sam SmithI'm moving business, I'm Taylor Swift in a vanThis game boy, is very, very advancedI'm very, very New York, be very, very awareHow very, very Dinero, I can get on a snareLetting go of your throat, I can sing the hook if you scared[Chorus: Alec Benjamin]Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my lifePush me down the Hudson and turn on the radioLong Island's own smiling cause my soul is flyingI did everything for New York[Verse 2: Jon Bellion]Meet me in the red dress when the stakes highThat's porterhouseShe's 5 foot 9 in a Rolls Royce, that's SlaughterhouseBenny Hahn, Hahn's and a tall boy, we ordered outThe hell you need a chaserWhen all this liquor is watered down?Wait, see all them lines is fuck boy chat

Don't be so impressed by all that fuck boy rapThis money gon' leave you empty if you just want thatSee, my joy lies in the son and you should jump on thatShe'll make you think that she the wifeAnd that you found the oneBut she just looking for some powder, not the talcum oneI'm not judging, here in the middle like I'm Malcolm, sonVerbal trigger like you should never play around with gunsBow down to no crown, these goobers out for the countCuz the Sour Diesel was loudI was pounding face in the loungeSober dope, moving proud, like allowance found in the crowdWhen a thousand counting me outBut I'm here and killing the crowd now, blaow[Chorus: Alec Benjamin]Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my lifePush me down the Hudson and turn on the radioLong Island's own smiling cause my soul is flyingI did everything for New York[Verse 3: Jon Bellion]Let me give the kids just a little helpTell 'em money is not the key to wealthCause if it can stop the painHow the fuck did you explainThe bunch of millionaires that killed themselves?So you can take me off your winner's shelfI got that different vision, I'm bringing helpI know the demons in the roomGon' say it's more that I can chewBut now all I hear is the dinner bellI need a family that loves me rightDon't need a chain, don't need a club at nightI had a conversation with an angelShe told me I'd cheat death if I stayed away from the party lifeDropped off in the land where the artists playWhere God's way is the hardest wayTold myself I'm keeping my faithIf it costs me my reputation, then take itI give it all away
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