Oh oh oh oh it's international love You put it down like New York City I never sleep wild like Los Angeles My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat You're international, so international Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love You can't catch

You must be famous, famous Welcome to your name in lights You can't spell fame, without me And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet Like "Thank God, fuck fame and thank me" I'ma be on the TV mama Different city every night (oh my God, I must be

How much longer are you gonna pay For yesterday Sins of the father One more cross to bear Go on lose it in the city I am the crazy man Who lives inside your head But I think I'm breaking through the wall You are the innocent

Everybody needs you Hope you're doing well bruh Every night shit Round the city Round the clock No you can't make everybody equal Although you got beaucoup family You don't even got nobody being honest with you Breath till I evaporated

I'm the king of the night time world And you're my headlight queen Come live your secret dream I'm the king, I'm the king, I'm the king, I'm the king It's so sad, livin' at home Far from the city and the midnight fun It's so bad, goin' to school So far

But I still miss you. Everything seems like a city of dreams, I never know why, There she's standing in a field of lights, I close my eyes, And I still miss you. And I still miss you, But I still miss you,

Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh Johanna drove slowly into the city The Hudson river all filled with snow She spied the ring on his honor's finger A thousand years in one piece of silver She took it from his lily white hand Showed no fear

Perverse rites Priests of Sodom preside We are damned Immortal lust Wicked legions come forth Defile the pure The blackened city calls out Enter the temple of sin You must enter the temple of sin Contorted sinners beckon

We don't always say what we mean My youth is the foundation of me So wake me up in the Spring From the city of the 915 Where all the girls are pretty And they're down for the hype All my boys are with me Going up for the night But who cares, who cares

She make that back move (Damn) She made the titties move (Goddamn) I got the moves I'm making moves You gotta move (You gotta move) I make the city move (Like whoa) I made the city move I got the moves (I'm making moves)