Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, Couldn't be me, No not me Uh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow (Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin' something and you think they talking) (Bout you, you not quite sho' you know what I'm saying but

Harlem has those southern skies, They're in my baby's smile, I idolize my baby's eyes and Classy up-town style. If Harlem moved to China, I know of nothing finer, Than to stow away on a plane, some day and have them Drop me off in Harlem. Drop me off in

That's my prerogative Everybody's talking all this stuff about me Why don't they just let me live? (Tell me why) I don't need permission, make my own decisions (That's my prerogative) It's the way that I wanna live (It's my prerogative)

Oh! they say some people long ago Were searching for a diff'rent tune One that they could croon As only they can They only had the rhythm so They started swaying to and fro They didn't know just what they had And that is how the blues really began They

Let's raise a glass And have a toast to all our differences (ay) You carry me on your shoulders (Ya, ya, ya, ya) I wonder where my limit lies, my limit lies When I don't know what my limit is Hey, I wanna live in a leaderless world I wonder what that is

Stop playin' with me, playin' with me They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that They want my tail and my nuts tucked, fuck that They're tryna get me to hate me, fuck that 'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, fuck that Somebody gon' end up hurt I

If I recover, will you take me back again? I'm just another, trying hard to fit right in But my photographs remind me of who I used to be If only I could go back when I, I was me "One step at a time", they say "One trip, and you're back that way" I don't

And they say She's in the Class A Team She's stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries The worst things in life come free to us It's too cold outside

Feel like throwin' in the towel, don't be a fool Below the belt That's how it'll always be Hold your head up high, look 'em in the eye Never say die Ow get up, get up and make it work They're out to knock you out n' put you down for the count Hey, watch

I wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't