Jon Bellion, Alec Benjamin - New York Soul (Part ii) lyrics
Jon Bellion [Jonathan David Bellion] Lake Grove, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
Alec Shane Benjamin [Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Jon Bellion, Alec Benjamin - New York Soul Part ii lyrics]
Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's own are smiling cause
My soul is fine
I did everything for New York
New Yorker in California
Packed Brooklyn up in this bag
I'm in Malibu with the Bronx
She's in Kevin love with your man
Kyrie needed a king
I'm just making you understand
What I rustle up in the West
Cause my reach is Kevin Durant
Records are very pop with a
Pocket deeper than sand
A juxtaposition, Sam Cooke, Billy Joel
Steely Dan changing the fucking spectrum
I need you to understand
Like I took the fall for some drugs
I've been nominated for Grams (It's Grammy's)
Skinny genius got blueprints up in my hand
So the minute you hear my single
Just know that it's in my plan
Advantage of demographics, I'm Jigga
Bruno and Sam Smith i'm moving business
I'm Taylor Swift in a van
This game, boy, is very, very advanced
I'm very, very New York, be very, very aware
How very, very Di Nero, I can get on a snare
Letting go of your throat
I can sing the hook if you scared
Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's own are smiling cause
My soul is fine
I did everything for New York
Meet me in the red dress when the stakes high
That's porterhouse
She's 5 foot 9 in a Rolls Royce
That's Slaughterhouse
Benny Hahn, Hahn's and a tall boy
We ordered out
The hell you need a chaser when
All this liquor is watered down?
Wait, see all them lines is fuck boy chat
Don't be so impressed by all
That fuck boy rap
This money gon' leave you empty
If you just want that
See, my joy lies in the Son
And you should jump on that
She'll make you think that she the wife
And that you found the one
But she just looking for some powder
Not the talcum one
I’m not judging, here in the
Middle like I’m Malcolm, son
Verbal trigger like you should never
Play around with guns bow down to no crown
These dudes was out for the count
'Cause the Sour Diesel was loud
I was pounding bass in the lounge
Sober dope, moving proud
Like allowance found in the crowd
When a thousand counting me out
But I'm here and killing the crowd now, blaow
Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's own are smiling cause
My soul is fine
I did everything for New York
Yo, I'm telling you
Yo, I'm telling you (yeah)
Yo, I'm telling you
Yo, I'm telling you (yeah)
Let me give the kids just a little help
Tell 'em money is not the key to wealth
'Cause if it can stop the pain
How the fuck do you explain a
Bunch of millionaires that killed themselves?
So you can take me off your winner's shelf
I got different vision, I'm bringing help
I know the demons in the room
Gon' say it's more that I can chew
But now all I hear is the dinner bell
I need a family that loves me right
Don't need a chain
Don't need a club at night
I had a conversation with an angel
She told me I'd cheat death if I
Stayed away from the party life
Dropped off in the land
Where the artists play
Where God's way is the hardest way
Told myself I'm keeping my faith
If it costs me my reputation, then take it
I give it all away
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's own are smiling cause
My soul is fine
I did everything for New York
New Yorker in California
Packed Brooklyn up in this bag
I'm in Malibu with the Bronx
She's in Kevin love with your man
Kyrie needed a king
I'm just making you understand
What I rustle up in the West
Cause my reach is Kevin Durant
Records are very pop with a
Pocket deeper than sand
A juxtaposition, Sam Cooke, Billy Joel
Steely Dan changing the fucking spectrum
I need you to understand
Like I took the fall for some drugs
I've been nominated for Grams (It's Grammy's)
Skinny genius got blueprints up in my hand
So the minute you hear my single
Just know that it's in my plan
Advantage of demographics, I'm Jigga
Bruno and Sam Smith i'm moving business
I'm Taylor Swift in a van
This game, boy, is very, very advanced
I'm very, very New York, be very, very aware
How very, very Di Nero, I can get on a snare
Letting go of your throat
I can sing the hook if you scared
Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's own are smiling cause
My soul is fine
I did everything for New York
Meet me in the red dress when the stakes high
That's porterhouse
She's 5 foot 9 in a Rolls Royce
That's Slaughterhouse
Benny Hahn, Hahn's and a tall boy
We ordered out
The hell you need a chaser when
All this liquor is watered down?
Wait, see all them lines is fuck boy chat
Don't be so impressed by all
That fuck boy rap
This money gon' leave you empty
If you just want that
See, my joy lies in the Son
And you should jump on that
She'll make you think that she the wife
And that you found the one
But she just looking for some powder
Not the talcum one
I’m not judging, here in the
Middle like I’m Malcolm, son
Verbal trigger like you should never
Play around with guns bow down to no crown
These dudes was out for the count
'Cause the Sour Diesel was loud
I was pounding bass in the lounge
Sober dope, moving proud
Like allowance found in the crowd
When a thousand counting me out
But I'm here and killing the crowd now, blaow
Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's own are smiling cause
My soul is fine
I did everything for New York
Yo, I'm telling you
Yo, I'm telling you (yeah)
Yo, I'm telling you
Yo, I'm telling you (yeah)
Let me give the kids just a little help
Tell 'em money is not the key to wealth
'Cause if it can stop the pain
How the fuck do you explain a
Bunch of millionaires that killed themselves?
So you can take me off your winner's shelf
I got different vision, I'm bringing help
I know the demons in the room
Gon' say it's more that I can chew
But now all I hear is the dinner bell
I need a family that loves me right
Don't need a chain
Don't need a club at night
I had a conversation with an angel
She told me I'd cheat death if I
Stayed away from the party life
Dropped off in the land
Where the artists play
Where God's way is the hardest way
Told myself I'm keeping my faith
If it costs me my reputation, then take it
I give it all away