Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song NewYorkSoul , by - Jon Bellion. Song from the album The Separation, in the genre ПопRelease date: 09.12.2013
Record label: Capitol Records;
Song language: English
NewYorkSoul |
| Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life |
| Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio |
| Long Island’s own are smiling cause my soul is fine |
| I did everything for New York |
| New Yorker in California, packed Brooklyn up in this bag |
| I’m in Malibu with the Bronx, she’s in Kevin love with your man |
| Kyrie needed a king, I’m just making you understand |
| What I rustle up in the West, cause my reach is Kevin Durant |
| Records are very pop with a pocket deeper than sand |
| A juxtaposition, Sam Cooke, Billy Joel, Steely Dan |
| Changing the fucking spectrum, I need you to understand |
| Like I took the fall for some drugs |
| I’ve been nominated for Grams (It's Grammy’s) |
| Skinny genius got blueprints up in my hand |
| So the minute you hear my single, just know that it’s in my plan |
| Advantage of demographics, I’m Jigga, Bruno and Sam Smith |
| I’m moving business, I’m Taylor Swift in a van |
| This game, boy, is very, very advanced |
| I’m very, very New York, be very, very aware |
| How very, very Di Nero, I can get on a snare |
| Letting go of your throat, I can sing the hook if you scared |
| Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life |
| Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio |
| Long Island’s own are smiling cause my soul is fine |
| I did everything for New York |
| Meet me in the red dress when the stakes high |
| That’s porterhouse |
| She’s 5 foot 9 in a Rolls Royce, that’s Slaughterhouse |
| Benny Hahn, Hahn’s and a tall boy, we ordered out |
| The hell you need a chaser when all this liquor is watered down? |
| Wait, see all them lines is fuck boy chat |
| Don’t be so impressed by all that fuck boy rap |
| This money gon' leave you empty if you just want that |
| See, my joy lies in the Son and you should jump on that |
| She’ll make you think that she the wife and that you found the one |
| But she just looking for some powder, not the talcum one |
| I’m not judging, here in the middle like I’m Malcolm, son |
| Verbal trigger like you should never play around with guns |
| Bow down to no crown, these dudes was out for the count |
| 'Cause the Sour Diesel was loud, I was pounding bass in the lounge |
| Sober dope, moving proud, like allowance found in the crowd |
| When a thousand counting me out |
| But I’m here and killing the crowd now, blaow |
| Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life |
| Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio |
| Long Island’s own are smiling cause my soul is fine |
| I did everything for New York |
| Yo, I’m telling you |
| Yo, I’m telling you (Yeah) |
| Yo, I’m telling you |
| Yo, I’m telling you (Yeah) |
| Let me give the kids just a little help |
| Tell 'em money is not the key to wealth |
| 'Cause if it can stop the pain |
| How the fuck do you explain a bunch of millionaires that killed themselves? |
| So you can take me off your winner’s shelf |
| I got different vision, I’m bringing help |
| I know the demons in the room |
| Gon' say it’s more that I can chew |
| But now all I hear is the dinner bell |
| I need a family that loves me right |
| Don’t need a chain, don’t need a club at night |
| I had a conversation with an angel |
| She told me I’d cheat death if I stayed away from the party life |
| Dropped off in the land where the artists play |
| Where God’s way is the hardest way |
| Told myself I’m keeping my faith |
| If it costs me my reputation, then take it, I give it all away |