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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bohan Phoenix
Bohan Phoenix
Vocals
Jachary
Jachary
Bass
Patrick Walsh
Patrick Walsh
Guitar
Will Radin
Will Radin
Synthesiser
Ben Chapoteau-Katz
Ben Chapoteau-Katz
Saxophone
Jovan Johnson
Jovan Johnson
Trombone
Ben Seacrist
Ben Seacrist
Trumpet
Slodown
Slodown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bohan Leng
Bohan Leng
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jachary
Jachary
Producer
Joe Lambert
Joe Lambert
Mastering Engineer
Will Radin
Will Radin
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, got what you need I got something new for you, uh I know that we got too close did we? Maybe down the road we could be Uh Ay Uh I think New York made me Uh I think New York made me Yeah, I hope New York don't break me Nah, I hope New York don't break me I think New York made me Uh I think New York made me Yeah, I hope New York don't break me Nah, I hope New York don't break me Ay, 不用说 在纽约的感觉不用说 还有哪里感觉这么多? 还有哪里感觉这么raw? 还记得当年十七岁的我 抱着梦想第一次路过 爱上所有一切,要所有一切属于我 是不是我要太多? Ay I think New York made me (made me) Uh I think New York made me (made me) Yeah, I hope New York don't break me (break me) Nah, I hope New York don't break me I think New York made me (made me) Uh I think New York made me (made me) Yeah, I hope New York don't break me (break me) Nah, I hope New York don't break me Give me give me give me that's the attitude (attitude) The city got me feeling like I gotta prove (gotta prove) Get yours, get yours, get yours (get yours, get yours) Oh no I ain't mad at you 给我给我给我 that's the attitude (attitude) The city got me feeling like I gotta prove (gotta prove) Get yours, get yours, get yours (get yours, get yours) Oh no I ain't mad at you Uh, I ain't new to this I'm true to this Saying otherwise, that'd be ludicrous I know it's been a while since you feel like this I feel you, they don't keep it real like this I lost touch with what real life is Fell in love with the thrill of the illness New York can you feel this? How many of y'all trying to stack dough From the floor to the ceilings? Let's be real with myself I could use more Os in my bank account and a few more Hoes in my apartment, dog don't get me started Plus I should have been on charts kid But Bo is chilling, Jach is chilling What more can I say we stay killing them And my flow so deep they'd be drilling them Talk hate I don't hear'em... Uh got the fuck up out the country then I realized What I needed was in front of me the whole time I don't know what I would do without these trill lights Without these vibes I could probably kill life Now I'm back up in the city for a few nights With the homies and we rolling something real nice Got me thinking about the times that we had I know you're listening you were still mine Got the fuck up out the country then I realized What I needed was in front of me the whole time I don't know what I would do without these trill lights Without these vibes I could probably kill life Now I'm back up in the city for a few nights With the homies and we rolling something real nice Got me thinking about the times that we had I know you're listening you were still mine
Writer(s): Zachary Levine Caleb, Leng Bohan, Will Radin, Lim Shen Hou Brian Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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