By Redsnake
Big apple
See my face, you know where I've been,
Walking in jungle,
Crusing the boulevard ,part of the race
Taking a tumble
Loving a stranger, is hearing from danger,
Is crying in some avenue, as soon the hate will be there.
Assesin with gun, is taking his aim, to target his rider.
And passing the street is a dangerous game, the spades of survivor.
Love in that stranger, still fearing that danger,
Still crying in some avenue, as soon the hate will be there, too.
Life in the big apple , is very fast, and so much young
Do like the others do, and don't your drag your gills
Life in the big apple, is very fast???
Cups on route, are hot in pursuit as windows are shattered
Café and arcade are teeming with loot, the sidewalkes are scattered
Moving down highways, just seeing things my way,
While dealerman enjoys his wealth you spare the rope he'll hang himself
Life in the big apple , is very fast, and so much young
Do like the others do, and don't your drag your heels?..
Life in the big apple, is very fast and so much young
Do like the others do and don't you drag your heels?..
Life in the big apple , is very fast, and so much young
Do like the others do, and don't your drag your heels?..
Writer(s): Steven Askew, Stuart Croxford Neale, Nick Beggs, Christopher Hamill, Jeremy Strode
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