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      New York Soul (Pt. ii)

      New York Soul (Pt. ii)

      Jon Bellion

      Album: The Human Condition

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      Jon Bellion - New York Soul (Pt. ii) Música y Letra

      Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
      Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
      Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is flying
      I did everything for New York
      
      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 Duran
      Records are very pop
      With a pocket deeper than sand
      A juxtaposition, Sam Cooke, Billy Joel, Steely Dan
      Changing the fucking 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 genius 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 Dinero I can get on a snare
      Letting go of your throat
      I can sing the hook if you scared
      
      Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
      Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
      Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is flying
      I did everything for New York
      
      Meet me in the red dress when the stakes side
      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 hell you need a chaser when 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 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 talcum 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 goobers out for the count
      Cuz the Sour Diesel was loud
      I was pounding face in the lounge
      Sober dope, moving proud
      Like allowance found in the crowd
      With a thousand counting me out
      But I'm here and killing the crowd now, blow
      
      Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
      Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
      Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is flying
      I did everything for New York
      
      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 fuck did you explain the bunch of millionaires
      That killed themselves?
      So you can take me off your winner's shelf
      I got that fifth 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 glove 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'll give it all away

      Jon Bellion - New York Soul (Pt. ii) Música y Letra

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