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My goddess eh The bi-product of New York City nights When you criticizin' you caught up in all the pretty lights Getting high in my city is like requirement, it's my environment I won't harp on it like a violin. Analog back in the house like a santafar Posted up like a fan on the block Hand to god, Word is bond Right now it's the best moment you ever known You gotta make it your own Lets take her home.
Writer(s): Derek Vincent Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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