Watsky - Other Cities lyrics
[Watsky - Other Cities lyrics]
There's nothin' like the feeling of
The plane flight homeward
The way my stomach dips when
The landing gears lowered
Because no matter how many
Miles that I wander
The bay bridge curves like a
Smile on the water i'm like, what up missy?
Tell me you were missin' me
With this pretty city skyline lit
Up like a Christmas tree
The buildings shimmering like pinky
Rings from Tiffany's
Every time I witness it I
Have a damn epiphany
That this is me! This is where
I've got the richest history
Stacked with six or seven memories
On every single street i never missed a beat
I'm soaked in city pride and me oh my
This foggy sky got me misty eyed
There might be other cities half
As raw as ours
(just as 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it)
Out in some distant galaxy among the stars
(But, I doubt it, doubt it, doubt it)
We don't play tiny violins over minor things
We slide into the ring takin' Tyson swings
Because this city will defend
Our fuckin' pride
And raise each other up like
Simba in the Lion King we're not shy
I ain't no coy coward
I'll be doin' trust falls offa Coit tower
My boys on the ground
Floor providin' man power
But, if I die now, mix me into clam chowder
Put me in a bread bowl
Feed me to the seagulls
But not the freakin' tourists
I'm sure they're peachy people
I guess I'm just a purist it isn't oil
But there's somethin' in the water
And it's got me feelin' diesel
There might be other cities half
As raw as ours
(just as 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it)
Out in some distant galaxy among the stars
(But, I doubt it, doubt it, doubt it)
Ain't no love, in the heart of the city
Ain't no love, in the heart of town
Ain't no love, in the heart of the city
Ain't no love, in the heart of town
Ain't no love
The plane flight homeward
The way my stomach dips when
The landing gears lowered
Because no matter how many
Miles that I wander
The bay bridge curves like a
Smile on the water i'm like, what up missy?
Tell me you were missin' me
With this pretty city skyline lit
Up like a Christmas tree
The buildings shimmering like pinky
Rings from Tiffany's
Every time I witness it I
Have a damn epiphany
That this is me! This is where
I've got the richest history
Stacked with six or seven memories
On every single street i never missed a beat
I'm soaked in city pride and me oh my
This foggy sky got me misty eyed
There might be other cities half
As raw as ours
(just as 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it)
Out in some distant galaxy among the stars
(But, I doubt it, doubt it, doubt it)
We don't play tiny violins over minor things
We slide into the ring takin' Tyson swings
Because this city will defend
Our fuckin' pride
And raise each other up like
Simba in the Lion King we're not shy
I ain't no coy coward
I'll be doin' trust falls offa Coit tower
My boys on the ground
Floor providin' man power
But, if I die now, mix me into clam chowder
Put me in a bread bowl
Feed me to the seagulls
But not the freakin' tourists
I'm sure they're peachy people
I guess I'm just a purist it isn't oil
But there's somethin' in the water
And it's got me feelin' diesel
There might be other cities half
As raw as ours
(just as 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it)
Out in some distant galaxy among the stars
(But, I doubt it, doubt it, doubt it)
Ain't no love, in the heart of the city
Ain't no love, in the heart of town
Ain't no love, in the heart of the city
Ain't no love, in the heart of town
Ain't no love