The Alchemist, Fashawn - Lost in New York lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Alchemist, Fashawn - Lost in New York lyrics]
("All the animals come out at night
Whores, skunk, pussies, buggers
Queens, fairies, dopers, junkies
Sick someday a real rain’ll come and wash
All this scum off the streets")
Hop off the plane, hit the baggage claim
JFK from LAX, watch the time change
A few hours, I’m half-sleep, feeling scatter-
Brained, bones aching, I need to stretch
Hop the L train to the city
I heard the Chemist cooking up in the lab
Got approached by some niggas who
Be stickin’ up cabs said, "Ayo
Where you from? Never seen you around"
I reply, "California, on my way uptown"
Somehow I wind up in the wrong borough
Surrounded by seven goons and
They all thorough
One had a gat and he cocked it
Two was pattin’ my pockets
The other four sat back watchin’ same night
Met a chick in Lefrak City with fat titties
Drove a nigga through Queens
We blew a pack of Phillies told her
"I’m trying to get to Hell’s Kitchen"
Told me she ain’t even from New York
Just on a visit, my head’s spinnin’
Need to sit and relax
Take a sip of some ‘gnac
For a minute before a nigga
Collapse made a call
With a couple of coins I had left
My Blackberry and wallet gone
Now I’m vexed what the fuck?
How I end up in the Boogie Down BX
Wanderin’ ‘round
Outta bounds, watch your step
I thought I heard a gunshot ring
From the back of the ‘jects
Now I’m thinking: Will I even make
It back to the West?
God-willing, I don’t get stuck in
This maze of large buildings
A thousand feet tall in this
Field with odd tenants
Somehow I gather up enough change
To hop back on the train
Almost forgot why I came
Take a look at my watch, it’s a quarter to 12
What a night, what a city
‘nother story to tell
Whores, skunk, pussies, buggers
Queens, fairies, dopers, junkies
Sick someday a real rain’ll come and wash
All this scum off the streets")
Hop off the plane, hit the baggage claim
JFK from LAX, watch the time change
A few hours, I’m half-sleep, feeling scatter-
Brained, bones aching, I need to stretch
Hop the L train to the city
I heard the Chemist cooking up in the lab
Got approached by some niggas who
Be stickin’ up cabs said, "Ayo
Where you from? Never seen you around"
I reply, "California, on my way uptown"
Somehow I wind up in the wrong borough
Surrounded by seven goons and
They all thorough
One had a gat and he cocked it
Two was pattin’ my pockets
The other four sat back watchin’ same night
Met a chick in Lefrak City with fat titties
Drove a nigga through Queens
We blew a pack of Phillies told her
"I’m trying to get to Hell’s Kitchen"
Told me she ain’t even from New York
Just on a visit, my head’s spinnin’
Need to sit and relax
Take a sip of some ‘gnac
For a minute before a nigga
Collapse made a call
With a couple of coins I had left
My Blackberry and wallet gone
Now I’m vexed what the fuck?
How I end up in the Boogie Down BX
Wanderin’ ‘round
Outta bounds, watch your step
I thought I heard a gunshot ring
From the back of the ‘jects
Now I’m thinking: Will I even make
It back to the West?
God-willing, I don’t get stuck in
This maze of large buildings
A thousand feet tall in this
Field with odd tenants
Somehow I gather up enough change
To hop back on the train
Almost forgot why I came
Take a look at my watch, it’s a quarter to 12
What a night, what a city
‘nother story to tell