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Armani White

NYC Window

 

NYC Window


This is a Brooklyn-bound 2 express train
The next stop is Fulton Street
Stand clear of the closing doors please

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Well I, wrote this in cold sweats, nah
Wrote this in old sweats, nah
Wrote this in gold text, in a book of shit you'll forget so
I hope the page rip
So that way you never erase it, saving it up in a pile
To cover and color my smile but let the paint drip
'Cause either way you'll brush it off
Even days we up in odds
Even nights we dusting spawns, from dusk to dawn to up in arms
When I dust the crust you rusted charm
Scared to leave and squeezing tight
All we want is peace and fright, all we won is sleepless nights
You paint that picture perfect then
Curve with curse and revert the design
I broke this verse in person
You took the perks and inverted the kind
Don't wanna lose my mark but food for thought, deserted my mind
I hate that I cut all my personal time to
Be just a person in line I'm thinking
Maybe I'm calling too much, maybe you don't answer enough
Maybe the cure is me and you and the cancer's us, maybe I
Maybe I baby you and I pamper too much
So I took out the lighting and put it in writing
As if that stamp could do much

Staring out my New York City window
Staring out my New York City window
Staring out my New York City window
Staring out my New York City window
Staring out my New York City window
Staring out my New York City window
Staring out my New York City window
Staring out my New York City window

Well you, read this in my words, no
Read this in my shirt and
First thought was cry first, Bible
Hold tight then sky search
Read on
Drink and chaser
Look how you wrinkled the paper
Left the best condolence
Time escapes arrest the moment
On and off like pre-teen, no
I get too old for this
A different breed of a saint
One layer paint still makes the picture deep
I hope that's what you get from me, grip on us or slip from me
You learned from the best, I learned that ya ex
It still takes a locksmith to get the key to my

New York City window
Staring out my New York City window
Staring out my New York City window
Staring out my New York City window
Staring out my New York City window
Staring out my New York City window
Staring out my New York City window
Staring out my New York City window baby

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