Tales of NYC

[Verse 1: Shano]

Flying all the time, I've seen all the movies onboard
I should pay rent when I'm at the airport
In some dirty old vans, fuck an Air Force
Can't name another thing I need to care for
Copped a one-way and dropped off my luggage
Oslo to JFK, got there feeling kinda sluggish
Twelve hours to reflect, twelve hours I'm depressed
But that's all the time I got, can't be out here feeling pressed
Feeling jaded, I could cast a shadow in the dark
Get faded, pour a cup, I need a lighter for a spark
Carry all the weight, trust me, bro don't let me start
Need respect on my name and a slapper on the charts
Not the one who got a shot to make it and he blew it
Not the one to make complaints, I keep quiet and I do it
Time was ticking fast, told myself that I should move it
There's a reason that I'm here, so just listen, I'ma prove it

[Chorus: Shano]

Tales of New York City in the night time
Get lonely so I write rhymes
But it's lonely at the top, you don't get me
These are tales from New York City
Tales of New York City in the night time
Get lonely so I write rhymes
But it's lonely at the top, you don't get me
These are tales from New York City

[Verse 2: Shano]

This life got me hung, and I'm hanging loose
Tell me take these drugs, but don't go abuse
Left it all and I threw a deuce
But I had to go chase it and that's the truth
Said goodbye to a lot of my friends
The girl that I fucked with, It's never again
It's all a waste if I lose, then it's the end
I guess I'm just a crazy person to them
Couped up in the lab and it's been like six days
Stress coming at me from like six ways
Can't make a song to save my life
Cuz the fucking pressure's at a all-time high
They wishing bad things on me, I don't need that
Told em' whatever happens happens, cuz it's God's plan
Ask myself if I'm doing good why I feel bad
Cuz it's lonely at the top, I forgot that

[Chorus: Shano]

Tales of New York City in the night time
Get lonely so I write rhymes
But it's lonely at the top, you don't get me
These are tales from New York City
Tales of New York City in the night time
Get lonely so I write rhymes
But it's lonely at the top, you don't get me
These are tales from New York City

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