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letra de new york soul (part ii) - jon bellion

[chorus: alec benjamin]
lay me down in brooklyn if i lose my life
push me down the hudson and turn on the radio
long island’s own are smiling cause my soul is fine
i did everything for new york

[verse 1: jon bellion]
new yorker in california, packed brooklyn up in this bag
i’m in malibu with the bronx, she’s in kevin love with your man
kyrie needed a king, i’m just making you understand
what i rustle up in the west, cause my reach is kevin durant
records are very pop with a pocket deeper than sand
a juxtaposition, sam cooke, billy joel, steely dan
changing the f-cking spectrum, i need you to understand
like i took the fall for some drugs
i’ve been nominated for grams (it’s grammy’s)
skinny g*nius got blueprints up in my hand
so the minute you hear my single, just know that it’s in my plan
advantage of demographics, i’m jigga, bruno and sam smith
i’m moving business, i’m taylor swift in a van
this game, boy, is very, very advanced
i’m very, very new york, be very, very aware
how very, very di nero, i can get on a snare
letting go of your throat, i can sing the hook if you scared

[chorus: alec benjamin]
lay me down in brooklyn if i lose my life
push me down the hudson and turn on the radio
long island’s own are smiling cause my soul is fine
i did everything for new york

[verse 2: jon bellion]
meet me in the red dress when the stakes high
that’s porterhouse
she’s 5 foot 9 in a rolls royce, that’s slaughterhouse
benny hahn, hahn’s and a tall boy, we ordered out
the h-ll you need a chaser when all this liquor is watered down?
wait, see all them lines is f-ck boy chat
don’t be so impressed by all that f-ck boy rap
this money gon’ leave you empty if you just want that
see, my joy lies in the son and you should jump on that
she’ll make you think that she the wife and that you found the one
but she just looking for some powder, not the talc-m one
i’m not judging, here in the middle like i’m malcolm, son
verbal trigger like you should never play around with guns
bow down to no crown, these dudes was out for the count
’cause the sour diesel was loud, i was pounding face in the lounge
sober dope, moving proud, like allowance found in the crowd
when a thousand counting me out
but i’m here and k!lling the crowd now, blaow

[chorus: alec benjamin]
lay me down in brooklyn if i lose my life
push me down the hudson and turn on the radio
long island’s own are smiling cause my soul is fine
i did everything for new york

[bridge]
yo, i’m telling you
yo, i’m telling you (yeah)
yo, i’m telling you
yo, i’m telling you (yeah)

[verse 3: jon bellion]
let me give the kids just a little help
tell ’em money is not the key to wealth
’cause if it can stop the pain
how the f-ck do you explain a bunch of millionaires that k!lled themselves?
so you can take me off your winner’s shelf
i got that different vision, i’m bringing help
i know the demons in the room
gon’ say it’s more that i can chew
but now all i hear is the dinner bell
i need a family that loves me right
don’t need a chain, don’t need a club at night
i had a conversation with an angel
she told me i’d cheat death if i stayed away from the party life
dropped off in the land where the artists play
where god’s way is the hardest way
told myself i’m keeping my faith
if it costs me my reputation, then take it, i give it all away

- jon bellion

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