Around The Block

My goddess eh

The bi-product of New York City nights

When you criticizin' you caught up in all the pretty lights

Getting high in my city is like requirement, its my environment

I won’t harp on it like a violin

Analog back in the house like a santafar

Posted up like a fan on the block

Hand to god, Word is bond

Right now its the best moment you ever known

You gotta make it your own

Let's take her home