New York With Love - KOTA The Friend

Runnin' away, choppin' it up in the Bay

Sippin' like everyday

Told me I’m doin' my thing, told me I’m doin' my thing

Still chillin' with my demons

We be in the cypher, they be havin' fire

I be feelin' low, I be all alone

Never really cared, I be in the zone, yeah

Won’t you knock on my door, yeah

Young face but I’m old, yeah

Fuck you 'cause I’m grown, yeah

Good sucks on my toes, yeah

From New York with love

All my bros my sons

Told her hold my gun

While I roll this blunt

See Five-O we run, yeah

Blessing on my doorstep, roses in my backyard

Wifey in my livin' room

Mountain side I get the views of you and it’s so beautiful

You give me love, we do the do

You come to come, I’m two for two

We light the Earth all in a groove