CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : On Mamas
"I thought about it the other day, I'm 27 and a half years old my guy. And I never left Brooklyn, left Brooklyn, left Brooklyn, left Brooklyn...
I’ve never been to Staten Island, I've never been to Long Island, never been to the harbor. And hey man, can I keep it real with you now? I'm never gonna leave. I ain’t ever leaving Brooklyn!" [Laughter]
One night I caught a flight to Jamaica to get away from all the stresses of life
And all the fights I had to break up or the studio in me
I'm picky about the spots I record in
Plus the dronеs, I got an angel that fall in
I'm on the beach, my baе the definition of cupcake, and n***as hatin' them, my skin so dark
I look Jamaican
Man this too hard im gonna work on Gotham's other crap
I’ve never been to Staten Island, I've never been to Long Island, never been to the harbor. And hey man, can I keep it real with you now? I'm never gonna leave. I ain’t ever leaving Brooklyn!" [Laughter]
One night I caught a flight to Jamaica to get away from all the stresses of life
And all the fights I had to break up or the studio in me
I'm picky about the spots I record in
Plus the dronеs, I got an angel that fall in
I'm on the beach, my baе the definition of cupcake, and n***as hatin' them, my skin so dark
I look Jamaican
Man this too hard im gonna work on Gotham's other crap
