Chasing New York

Lyrics for Chasing New York

So weeeeee out I used to be in love with Brooklyn Way before I ever got to go to Brooklyn And I really enjoyed the first time I stayed there But disappointed by how clean them trains were Spray paint to debate the claim But she say the fake fur don't taste the same Put your chips on your church, save your place But first make sure that that's the ace of spades, huh You know you got it made in the fade When the worst case scenario's a big bowl of cereal I try to state my case to the stewardess To let me take the steering wheel But they don't hear me though I know that I can fly this bitch And if the bitch don't fly, I'll build a pirate ship And when the bottle tips, the model hits the ground But they love you whenever you're around, you know Still got a long way to go But I ain't the only one to put it all on the road, you know Grow up just to take up space We don't need excuse to chase what we chase Still got a long way to go But I ain't the only one to put it all on the road, you know Judge us on the love that we make We don't need excuse to chase what we chase But the frame didn't fall when the mirror broke I can't recall what life was like a year ago Spit it on the front row, disappear, I'm ghost Call me Smokey like I'm rolling with some miracles I got a yard full of love, it grows like a garden With guards to guard it Around the same time that this party started We was on the red carpet with artist access Shooting down garbage for target practice Martians living in the margin Imagine the clean streets and the dirty police We're trying to keep the peace while disturbing the peace You know, hitchhike to the mountain's top To take a picture of the deep that surrounds your thoughts And my favorite spot to catch a drink Is still be down the block from wherever you sleep, you know Still got a long way to go But I ain't the only one to put it all on the road, you know Grow up just to take up space We don't need excuse to chase what we chase Still got a long way to go But I ain't the only one to put it all on the road, you know Judge us on the love that we make We don't need excuse to chase what we chase All these days are numbered Falling forward, failing upwards All these roads to Eden Maps to nowhere, cold to breathe in All these days are numbered Falling forward, failing upwards All these roads to Eden Maps to nowhere, cold to breathe in All these days are numbered Falling forward, failing upwards All these roads to Eden Maps to nowhere, cold to breathe in All these days are numbered Falling forward, failing upwards All these roads to Eden Maps to nowhere, it's cold If your hands get free, abandon ship Umm, I think pirates are dinky