Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New York Nights, artist - Taylor Bennett.
Date of issue: 10.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
New York Nights |
There’s no night like this night |
There’s no night like this night |
There’s no night like this night |
There’s no night like this night |
There’s no night like this night |
There’s no night like this night |
There’s no night like this night |
There’s no night like this night |
I got a story to tell, some real shit |
Yo, I grew up broke, crew all broke |
Every old head homie that I had knew on dope |
Only hope was the musical notes, dead presidents |
Only politicians that’ll get my vote |
Without rope, got me feelin' free as an eagle |
Crib with a room, too small for my ego |
In three mo', years, I’ll play, musical chairs |
At the Grammy’s with more niggas than a Tarantino script |
Life’s a trip, but I never slip |
Hit the stu', never dip, shit |
It’s me and this, y’all hearin' my pain |
Tryna get a deal with Def Jam, have a deaf man screamin' my name |
And even when I’m indie |
I treat naps like hashtags, follow dreams like it’s trendy |
Can’t die, knowin' I ain’t try |
As long as I got the sky, I’ma fly, high |
Answer this, when I hold my high |
Reach the stars, but I just can’t fly |
Hold me down, but can’t burn my side |
Hold me down til I break the sky |
There’s no night like this night |
There’s no night like this night |
What’s the worst news you could hear from the hospital? |
I’m too young for blood clots, too young for mug shots |
Too old for breakdowns, I need that lake house |
View like a stakeout, tired of takeout |
I got no time which to sand out these blood clots |
God pushin' me like this cliff was a jump start |
Knew I could fly since these 'S' on report cards |
Knew I could die since Jay Leno caught that gunshot |
Evil won’t sleep, Bob Marley, I know what dreams bought, things bought |
Spend it on all I need like a Link card |
Use to hop trains cause all my money was gansta |
Use to stain steamers and sweaters till they had paint jobs |
Use to have friends that rapped and cracked bank cards |
Know I’m on maps and KMax my bank cards |
Dead friends, now I can Quick Pay or PayPal |
This is they ain’t livin' or listen over their Pay cause |
I’ve been on a mission to get em but there’s a great wall |
I ain’t different listen medicinally we was brain washed |
Young niggas thinking bout sex, money, and gang wars |
Young niggas thinking bout killing niggas with AR’s |
I solicit to Folks, Moes, and Foes, nigga |
Presidents, the doctors, the dope dealers |
I’m from the 90's sixteen’s got no limits |
Chi Town don’t die down in cold winters |
I know the mob, the mayor, and know some cold killers |
I know some rappers that sacked us, won’t even roll wit' us |
Cause we be stackin' and clappin' after our shows nigga |
And it’d be more if it’s Mooky, Peanut, and Joe wit' us |
I went to Prep, it was Urban, 'cause we was cold killers |
They got a problem, we got a problem, I blow wit' 'em |
This was my life before many models and show fillers |
How could I change for gold rings? |
I go realer |
I ain’t got time to slow down, a time killer |
I ain’t got time to slow down my rhymes, nigga |
Answer this, when I hold my high |
Reach the stars, but I just can’t fly |
Hold me down, but can’t burn my side |
Hold me down til I break the sky |
There’s no night like this night |
There’s no night like this night |
Answer this, when I hold my high |
Reach the stars, but I just can’t fly |
Hold me down, but can’t burn my side |
Hold me down til I break the sky |
There’s no night like this night |
There’s no night like this night |
Ooh, ooh |