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Jesse Boone IV
Jesse Boone IV
Songwriter
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Alex Govenar
Alex Govenar
Producer

Lyrics

I drink, she smoke I sell rap, she sell dope Where's she from? I don't know But that's as far as we go In New York, I'm the man When I'm home, you be my sex machine Take that stress off me girl But that's as far as we go I drink, she smoke I sell rap, she sell dope Where's she from? I don't know But that's as far as we go In New York, I'm the man When I'm home, you be my sex machine Take that stress off me girl But that's as far as we go See my city skyline and that shit look like heaven to me I can give you all I got but baby that ain't everything This love shit coming at a price and you paying for every fee And you like to just talk, I don't care bout no words I'm the rapper that shit don't mean nothing to me You think ima love you, baby I won't You think I need somethin' from you, I don't I said it was mine, but I was just drunk You say that you want me, baby, I know I said what we were, and I ain't lie once So if you gone, baby that's yo fault Need that fix, I'm the one you call But I ain't mending no broken heart Cause I'm just a pit stop, I'm just a morphine shot I'm your interlude, I'm just a good guy I'm that lil' nigga from the north side, Of this Pistol City where my heart lies And I know – you need escape from this world But this night with you's as far as we go. I drink, she smoke I sell rap, she sell dope Where's she from? I don't know But that's as far as we go In New York, I'm the man When I'm home, you be my sex machine Take that stress off me girl But that's as far as we go I drink, she smoke I sell rap, she sell dope Where's she from? I don't know But that's as far as we go In New York, I'm the man When I'm home, you be my sex machine Take that stress off me girl But that's as far as we go I form, this art, I give it my all, I give it my love You want the same, but take from my heart, and take from my soul I look in yo eyes and I see that you ain't met a nigga like me You say that you pray for an angel and you think a nigga might be You'd love to see where we gone lead, and I promise we never gone see But it don't matter where I go, you still my #1 freak You'd tour this world, explore these roads, ya still come back to a G And I'll be there to wear it out, that shit fits perfect for me I be gone in the meantime, hey Ima slide come'n see ya When I'm back down in P-Town You'll be the one Im gonna dial You say the stars gone tell it all, I won't deny that it's true But you should hang up this telephone, let this thang talk to you I drink, she smoke I sell rap, she sell dope Where's she from? I don't know But that's as far as we go In New York, I'm the man When I'm home, you be my sex machine Take that stress off me girl But that's as far as we go I drink, she smoke I sell rap, she sell dope Where's she from? I don't know But that's as far as we go In New York, I'm the man When I'm home, you be my sex machine Take that stress off me girl But that's as far as we go
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