| New York — Just like I pictured it — skyscrapers and everything
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| Inna city love, you crushed me into a pulp — I trusted you
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| When I loved you from a distance
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| And your skyline made me a promise
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| In my safe world to be somebody
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| In your city to own your streets
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| Where I’d strut covered in money
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| Shattered dreams. |
| It ain’t funny
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| Now I look at you with tears in my eyes
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| The good the bad the ugly
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| As I start to cry I search for the sky
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| Taste the breeze and watch a block of docking clouds, they’re coming.
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| Chorus:
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| Inna City Mamma
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| You bore another child to be victim of Your cold blooded ways
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| Inna city love
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| From the gutter
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| So destructive when you sing your blues
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| I want to love you baby
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| I don’t mean maybe baby, but I need everything you got
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| You can’t break your promise
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| I’m inna city hunger, you think you’re tough I’m stronger
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| If you’re weak I’ll eat you up
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| I’m gonna touch you where you’ve never been touched before
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| And by your spine I’ll bruise your veins and touch your very core
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| Let my concrete be your red carpet
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| My shooting galleries your personal starship
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| Give me all your dreams, this city loves you
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| Use my roots to deliver your body
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| Under my skies where you make your money |