Ride in New York
Taxi taxi!
Here! Here!
Oh, he's missed again!
I guess he didn't see me
Oh, I think they are gonna get it!
Right, that's just New York
Who knows? Oh, that's just New York
Yea girl, that's just New York
Nah, I don't think so
I'm not gonna stand here
Just wait
You know what?
Central station cab me right,
Yea, I wanna hypnotize
Photo shoot printed in Times
Yea, this face don't feel tried
Made by me, Couture, Milan
Bought by you, hand by hand
My staff say that's my plan cause
I, wanna get my ride
I wanna get my ride
I want my cover, I don't lie
I wanna get it right
I wanna get my ride
I wanna get my ride
I want my cover, I don't lie
I wanna get it right
Bellevue please!
Oh, nobody is gonna take me now
Yeah, they think I'm on drugs
I'm not!
Right! Just get tested again!
I've tried, for many years to come
To make inside the big city
But found me alright in an island where vibes
Don't pretend, they just look so witty
Witty to love, Worry to live, Witty to rise inside
Better for trust
Sweater for hush
In acknowledging that
The waste will go to the witty to rise
Rise, rise
I wanna get my ride
I want my cover, I don't lie
I wanna get my ride
I told that I don't trust people
You know, I mean, so in a blues
For seven years in New York
And I'm here, again
This time for Forbes
What? They didn't give me again
Here! Here!
Oh, he's missed again!
I guess he didn't see me
Oh, I think they are gonna get it!
Right, that's just New York
Who knows? Oh, that's just New York
Yea girl, that's just New York
Nah, I don't think so
I'm not gonna stand here
Just wait
You know what?
Central station cab me right,
Yea, I wanna hypnotize
Photo shoot printed in Times
Yea, this face don't feel tried
Made by me, Couture, Milan
Bought by you, hand by hand
My staff say that's my plan cause
I, wanna get my ride
I wanna get my ride
I want my cover, I don't lie
I wanna get it right
I wanna get my ride
I wanna get my ride
I want my cover, I don't lie
I wanna get it right
Bellevue please!
Oh, nobody is gonna take me now
Yeah, they think I'm on drugs
I'm not!
Right! Just get tested again!
I've tried, for many years to come
To make inside the big city
But found me alright in an island where vibes
Don't pretend, they just look so witty
Witty to love, Worry to live, Witty to rise inside
Better for trust
Sweater for hush
In acknowledging that
The waste will go to the witty to rise
Rise, rise
I wanna get my ride
I want my cover, I don't lie
I wanna get my ride
I told that I don't trust people
You know, I mean, so in a blues
For seven years in New York
And I'm here, again
This time for Forbes
What? They didn't give me again
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Writer(s): Ana Schurmann
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