He was a poor boy, raised in a small family He kinda had a craving for somethin` no one else could see They say that he was crazy, The kind that no lady should meet He ran out to the city and wandered around in the street He wants to dance, oh yeah, He

I can't get much higher Know that I can't get much higher Word to my supplier Buy it, break it, roll it, light it Been smoking that fire Riding 'round the city with my homies that know me Use that fire, ignite it Use that fire, ignite it, I can't get

Boot scootin' boogie Oh, get down, turn around, go to town Yeah heel toe do si do Come on baby let's go boot scootin' Oh cadillac blackjack baby meet me out back We're gonna boogie Out in the country Past the city limits sign Well there's a honky tonk

Ex-friends till the end Better off as lovers Best friends And not the other way around Racing through the city Windows down In the back of Yellow-checkered cars I wrote a goodbye note

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 do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit Lookin' for a biddy on that thot shit Y'all ain't getting money, nigga, stop this I been 'round the globe talkin' hot shit Y’all ain't getting money, nigga, stop this I been

Change, and nothing stays the same Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground running Change, nothing stays the same Thought you'd never miss me 'Til I got a Fat City address Non-stop talker, what a rocker! Unchained, yeah you hit the ground running Unchained,

I'm lifting you up I'm letting you down I'm dancing till dawn I'm fooling around I'm not giving up I'm making your love This city's made us crazy and we must get out Forgot what I was looking for Try to guide me in the right direction

Angel angel of Harlem It was a cold and wet December day When we touched the ground at JFK Snow was melting on the ground On BLS I heard the sound Of an angel New York, like a Christmas tree Tonight this city belongs to me

None of y'all niggas can see me Runnin' 'round with the paper bag Goin' crazy spendin' all this cash A nigga don't need a seatbelt Catch a body in broad day I got the key to the city I got a hoe that's saddity Talk to that bitch in Swahili Tattoo my name