40 lyrics for "New York to LA"
And I know that you don't But if I ask you if you love me I hope you li-li-li-lie You look happy Flashing back to New York City Changing flights so you'd stay with me Now I wish we'd never met 'Cause you're too hard to forget
PlayAh, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I, proud 'neath heated brow
PlayHow does it feel, how does it feel? Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone To be on your own, with no direction home Once upon a time you dressed so fine Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People call say 'beware doll, you're bound
PlayI've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the
PlayCome on, come out, come here, come here If you were here beside me, instead of in New York And the fire that was starting to spark And the lack of it snaps me in two If the curve of you was curved on me I'd tell you that I loved you, before I even knew
PlayTrue to truth somehow But never truly lied at all, then and now (But never truly lied at all, then and now) I put A$AP on my tat (woo!), I put New York on the map (woo!) I put the gang on the flames (woo!), they gon' remember the name They robbin' boys
PlayNew York, New York Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator Why not? It might've saved later from my block N.Y. cops, hookers
PlayLadies and gentlemen, you coulda been anywhere in the world tonight But you’re here with us in New York City Are you ready for a cabinet meeting? The issue on the table Secretary Hamilton’s plan to assume state debt and establish a national bank
PlayNo one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance
PlayI've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the
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