Late 808

If you’ve been waitin’ for fallin’ in love
Babe, you don’t have to wait on me
‘Cause I’ve been aimin’ for Heaven above
But an angel ain’t what I need

Me and my truth, we sit in silence
Mm
Baby girl, it’s just me and you

Wake up

It’s the first of the month

I don’t even know what she is
I just took care of the bill

I’m the one who built the tower
I’m the one who holds the power
So come on, rise up, shout it louder
I’m the one who built the tower

I’ve been cruising ’round the town, now
With the guys for quite a while
Oh, we been thinking about starting up a club
That shows some class and style
And we’ll get the finest cars

This is not real, this is a memory
A real memory

New York City, please go easy on me tonight
Nеw York City, please go easy on this hеart of mine
‘Cause I’m losing my lover to the arms of another
New York City, please go easy on me

You’ve got the money, I’ve got the time
You want your freedom, make your freedom mine
‘Cause I’ve got the style it takes
And money is all that it takes

I drink sweet wine for breakfast
Slept about an hour or so
Smiled a little in the silence
Deciding on where to go

“Meet me under the whale
In the Natural History Museum”
I think that’s what she said
A little bit sad about having to leave them

Might pull up in helicopter, dressin’ like I’m going to church

What I want falls
Shorter than perfect
But better than earnest

‘Cause I got time while she got freedom
‘Cause when a heart breaks, no, it don’t break even

Feeling that it’s gone
Can’t change your mind
If we can’t go on
To survive the tide
Love divides

We’re all in this together
Once we know that we are, we’re all stars
And we see that
We’re all in this together
And it shows when we stand hand in hand
Make our dreams come true

What are we trying to say?
What if we do what comes to mind?
And whatever we’re trying to say
Hope it don’t blur these
Lines
Lines

Backroads and cold beer are my down-home prayer
Can’t get no closer to the Man upstairs
Than way out there, where the river runs
Lord knows I’d be one hell of a disciple
If bein’ country was in the Bible
Hallelujah, amen
Heaven blessed this life I live
Hallelujah, amen, amen

One plus one equals two which means me and you

Nightly negotiations with the moon
Whoever’s listening
All the miles between us got me messed up
Got me trippin’

I’m in your arms in Central Park

I don’t get sleepy off no melatonin
My therapist put in a thirty-day notice
‘Cause I keep on talkin’ ’bout beefin’ and business and money and women, there’s no diagnosis

Said I know she loves the attention
That she get when she moves
Showin’ out with her home girls
And she got me watching too, girl

It’s the bodega cat and I’m back in the house

On the road again
Just can’t wait to get on the road again
The life I love is making music with my friends
And I can’t wait to get on the road again

On the road again
Goin’ places that I’ve never been
Seein’ things that I may never see again
And I can’t wait to get on the road again

Lights may burn brighter at night
But I can’t see nothing that I like
The night we don’t need to hide behind
I love you most in the daylight

From LES way to uptown
My Dominicani diamond know the way I get down
See, I’m the big bass, long dreads, big braids
On my way to you, Bedstuy, J train
Riding L-I-TT ’cause she rep Long Island
Shout out Big Diss
My Muslim brother in Harlem
Took me to the fifth spot
Where I begged for your pardon
Then I gave you my number
And I’m glad that you called it

I chased my dream so much, it ran
I can’t make jokes without your laugh, it seems

Lifestyles of the rich and famous
Bought a big house and a whole lot of Ranges
A fresh new couch and a whole lot of trainers
A closet full of clothes and some brand new dangers
And, some Mexican floral arrangers
A great big TV that’ll entertain us
Some colorful commissions from some high-paid painters
Someone to take the rap so that I stay stainless
And, a new relationship with a banker
And two pinky rings for my manicured fingers
A trained German Shepherd that bark when it’s angered
To watch my possessions and look out for strangers
And, a fifty-foot yacht with an anchor
A young supermodel that shall remain nameless
Ups and the downs, the sames and the changes
All the money in the world don’t make it painless, no

Everybody know we gettin’ skrilla

Sitting here wasting my time
Would be like waiting for the sun to rise
It’s all too clear things come and go
Sitting here waiting for you
Would be like waiting for winter
It’s gonna be cold, there may even be snow

I feel like I’m in Prince’s house
Purple paint all on the walls, uh-huh

Oh don’t you see it now?
I’m staying for a little while
Oh don’t you see it now?
I’m staying for a little while

The New York Times, yeah

The New York Times

Extra, extra, read all about it

They say you can win anywhere if you can win here

And you ain’t been nowhere if you ain’t been here

Hustle hard, yeah it really ain’t a game mane

Same places, different faces on the train mane

New York, New York

I’ve been around the world, I’m not impressed
I’ve been around the world, I’m not impressed
Three Michelin stars, I’m not impressed