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letra de new york - team goldie

my pockets are lined with paper bracelets
car keys and cell phones, anything but gold
to every silver kid who had a wish and split
please, keep your eyes off the price of it
people don’t live in this city because it’s strictly business
and lately i’ve been caught up in it, so
chew me up and spit me out and
vomit in my bank account, please
’cause you know i’m just trying to get that green
and it’s been said before but it deserves repeat, uh huh
“cash rules everything around mе,” and
i’m oh so sick of hearing
“write more likе this,” well that’s been done
i don’t write hits, i write home runs
i don’t know c-ckiness, i call it confidence
and it should be common sense to call your shot and follow it like
george with the pine or commish with the light
either way i’m getting by pointing my bat at the sky
like mike, closed eyes, post-free through line, or
vasco da gama, providing proper nods
props to bob for highlighting the gretzky goal
“do not chase the puck, just end up where it’s about to go,” and
i am about to glow, sing high sweet siren
your song’s what keeps me driving on
i am on a first name basis with the
skylines and green lights and white whales that i’m chasing, so
pause on pacing, work out of your worst way
baby, it’s a new year, pretend that it’s your birthday
everyone is singing a tune, radio waves in the sp-ce where my heart was removed, oh
i am music and music is finished, so
i will build my own coffin if you promise to bury me in it
(promise to bury me in it)
(promise to bury me in it)
(promise to bury me in it)
(promise to bury me in it)

- team goldie

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