I'm in a New York state of mind Out of touch with the rhythm and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News It comes down to reality And it's fine with me cause I've let it slide I don't care if it's Chinatown or on

Only you, only you Like I love myself No one's ever touched me like I touch myself No, nobody else Yeah-eh-eh, eh eh eh I don't wanna shower even if I stink 'Cause I don't wanna wash you off, wash you off my skin It's been about an hour

Break it, drop it, drink it, spill it Baby, touch your body, body You gotta taste it, feel it, I've been on it baby La la la la, la la la la I got you (Oh, yeah) I got a hold of you (Oh yeah) You said you out to see How we roll

And now my bitter hands Of what was everything All been washed in black Tattooed everything Sheets of empty canvas Untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me As her body once did

I know I'm gettin' hooked on your love Talkin' to myself, runnin' in the heat Beggin' for your touch in the middle Of the street and I -- I can't stop thinking 'bout you girl I must be living in a fantasy world I've searched the whole world over To find

It's a fatal illusion Lost inside the system, locked away without a key No one will ever miss a menace to society A gross lack of potential, bad decisions made in spite A touchy hairpin trigger and such a wasted life Trying to break the mold of a broken

I sit on a rock Cannot be touched by struggle & confusion I reclaim my space inside my structure Look at this point All is about nothing, everything comes near The remotest parts of the world We can dissolve disruptive vibrations I have to try

I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Bustin' out the roof All I really wanna see is the (Money) I don't really need the D, I need the (Money) Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow) I was born to flex (Yes) Diamonds on my neck I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex

How can we go back to the beginning? I need your love And I'm dying for the rush 'Cause my heart ain't got enough I need your touch This is getting serious Tell me that it's not the end of us Without you, I’ve got no air to breathe in I've been sick and

I'll set you free if you follow me The hope is still not gone Somewhere behind the clouds Reach out touch the hand of God How far until the edge? These wrong ways are mine But the whole world can just go to hell This life is killing me My feelings inside