hide from the light on the village green when I was seventeen. When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for city girls
'd hide from the lights on the village green When I was seventeen When I was twenty one, it was a very good year It was a very good year for city girls
pickin? Sometimes after midnight, Billy drives through New Orleans Straight to the French Quarter, there?s a man he has to see The music is a raging like a city
long ago Fill the magic chords and make it seem like today You never knew that you could be Enchanted by a melody The years will never drive it out
rooms and drive Back home to talk to you Midwestern nights, are you following me? 'Cause it's been four long years Oh God that constant change some city lights
gotta let it out Young Angel and Young Lion You know what it is [Drake] Ughh Look I'm the property of October I ain't drive here I got chauffeured
uh, sometimes you just gotta let it out Young Angel and Young Lion You know what it is, uh [Drake:] Look, I'm the property of October I ain't drive here
After all these years I can still remember The way you taste The way you feel After all these years I?ve got my foot on the parking brake Waiting for
, let down our friends, Baby you best behave Baby let's just light the fire (what about the city) Doesn't look so safe to drive (but the drive's so pretty
it don't sit right if you're white Light were my steps from there Did my dirt on the low, a southern town nightmare 'Cause the next year it was me and
I'm sure that I'm moving to St. Louis Three long years wondering here in New York City I guess I'm looking for the right way to do this I guess I'm looking
Sittin' up on the roof Sneakin' a smoke by the chimney Checkin' out the moon and the city lights He takes off his flannel shirt And he drapes it around
stronger I'm driving home again Back down Mancunian Way I just forgot how it is to feel To dance and move and keep it real Been lying down for ten long years
[T.I.] (Too $hort) Ay shawty (Whussup playa?) Ay, you 'memba dat broad we met back on da road last year, bout '99? (Da one up in NYC?) Nah, nah, not the
the city where the skinny niggas die? Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride, yeah Four five semi on the side, yeah, twisting when they drive
I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die? Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride .45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah
What is it about you You're big You're loud You're tough NYC I go years without you Then I can't get enough Enough of the cab drivers answering back