One With The New Yorkers
WordsplayedAmariSocial Club Misfits
One With The New Yorkers 歌詞
Yeah yeah
You see come on dont lie to yourself like you
Could do this
You drink smart water I drink smarter water
Your doors dont do that
Your girl dont do that
Youd be lying if you said they did
Come on man its all imported all of it
All of it
Found a wave surfs up
Now surf n turf got served up
My vs they swerved up
I see skrrts I skrrtsd up
My
Quarter to five on the five
Animals style on the fries
Keeping my eyes on the prize
Only the strongest survive
Only the richest decide
Yeah whats the golden rule
Cuban links I never ever stop
Uh and if you think life hard
Youve probably never seen a hard top
Now you asking what this coup worth
Now you asking where my roof went
Chi town meet line up
But couldnt see through the black tints
Oh no
I dont have too many friends
Id rather stick with the fam
Fam fam
I dont care if you are famous
Im married to my best friend
Friend friend
They dont like me though
Why do I need them to like me though
Im finally have with who Im becoming
Its well with my soul
I know
I know what I dont know
Yeah yeah
I see the truth in the lies
I see behind the disguise
I think they live for the likes
But they got nothing in sight
Sight sight
What do you want from a life
I will not put up a fight
Fight fight
Whatever you need I got you
Just give me a time and a place
When you see me just know I'm still the man
With smile on my face
Hands in the air
I shouldnt be here
This is all grace
How did this happen to me
How did this happen to me
How did this happen to me
I recorded this on a computer that uses windows 98
Hey make sure you wear pants the feature
I wake every day and
I open my phone to
See how many likes
I got on my rick owens
My friends they dont know
Ive been sleeping on couch
To the floor to the couch to the floor
Hop in my dodge put gas to the floor
Just to skirt off from reality
Misfit the family
People think I care about comments and likes
And tbh man I think they might be right
Yeah I got some problems yeah yeah
My momma think that I lost it yeah
All of my exes hispanic yeah
Now I think I should go sauce it yeah
I just wanna make all of the hits yeah
And barry bonds with the hits yeah
God got my back like a bullet proof vest
I gone be the best yeah the best
Yeah nothing less yeah
I dont have too many friends
Id rather stick with the fam
Fam fam
I dont care if you are famous
Im married to my best friend
Friend friend
They dont like me though
Why do I need them to like me though
Im finally happy with who Im becoming
Its well with my soul
I know
I know what I dont know
Yeah
I see the truth