Summer City (feat. Daniel Dean)

Backward caps and alley cats Girls in colored tights with the little dogs and yoga mats Read between the lines on the subway tracks We're coming to the city, come into the city Summertime up the low east side The streets are burning bright while the eyes delight at the city lights Mix every color and stir 'em up right Or the red and blue will get ya, red and blue will get ya And they scream Ooh aah, ooh aah, ooh ah ahh Ooh aah, ooh all day Her Royal marketplace, drinking IPAs The cool cats spin like hula-hoops and the dogs just sit and stay Thirty-six chambers filled with graffiti Oh man, what a composition, man what a composition Prospect Park and life's on parade The children laugh, play and chase and then hide in the shade You can hear the jazz horns up in Harlem sing Hey there Brooklyn, hey hey dear Brooklyn They sing Ooh aah, ooh aah, ooh ah ahhh Ooh aah, ooh all day Bowling green lines to the Bay from the Heights Bats crack, wild fans scream loud, and it's out of sight Boats pass the lady on the island and wave We're coming to the city, coming to the city Fashionistas strut up Bleecker street Block parties on Bedford make the hydrants weep Saw her dancing to my beat Said tell me Where did you get it, where oh where'd you get it I got it from my momma We said Ooh aah, ooh aah, ooh ah ahhh Ooh aah, ooh all day Coming to the city, coming to the city (What a composition) Got it from my momma Coming to the city, coming to the city (What a composition) Got it from my momma Coming to the city, coming to the city (What a composition) Got it from my momma Coming to the city, coming to the city (What a composition) Got it from my momma Coming to the city, coming to the city (What a composition) Got it from my momma