New York Pity

[Verse 1]
I love you New York
I heart you NY
It's not a T-shirt
I feel that way inside
And I'm the type of guy
The tear up make me cry
Just the thought of leaving you or saying goodbye
Cause I gotta feel how I feel
And that's you
And I would never, ever leave you unless I had to
So why the fuck you givin' me a hard time?
Said [?] the nice weather and them girls look fine
And in the summertime, your garbage smells raw
But that's when you're the prettiest, I hope that you don't take it wrong
I wish they made a trunk where you can take all of your friends along
But they don't, so I gotta U-Haul
I been Cali
I'm born on an Air Force base so I'm fly
Moved out to Decatur, that's Atlanta's Bed-Stuy
But New York is my heart, soul and mind, so keep that in mind

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
I got the sweetest love, there ain't nothing sweeter
I got the sweetest love, can't nothing beat it
There ain't nothing sweeter

[Verse 2]
Atlanta's made of wood, New York is made of metal
LA is made of plastic, it's cleaner and it's gentle
But not so always gentle, LA can drive you mental
Cause you can drive your rental and book it like a Kindle
Never to return, and one thing I've learned
That Atlanta is alive, but easier to burn
New York is by no means at all perfect
It's cold and its rigid, but I think it's worth it
Been fucked by the city, that's certain
But a part of me stays with it like I got herpes
LA won't fuck me not workin
I'm feelin myself, that's why they call the dance jerkin
I bid adieu
And everything I did, I did for you
So I hope you understand that we ain't through
I'll always be your bastard like Brooklyn Zoo

[Chorus]
I got the sweetest love, there ain't nothing sweeter
I got the sweetest love, can't nothing beat it
There ain't nothing sweeter

[Outro]
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali