Six years ago, a very hot summer night. Avenue A with my friends hangin tight. No future, no goals, and no destiny. Hangin on the corner for the world to see.
When you talk about your homelife. I try to identify. With my own memories. Childhood life was such a breeze. But now i'm slipping away. From the boy my mother made.
Woman, skip in and walk. Like you own the place, baby. Move on, you gotta get. Your groove on and take it all. . Didn't you want to change the world. Like a child in flight.
Woman, skip in and walk. Like you own the place, baby. Move on, you gotta get. Your groove on and take it all. . Didn't you want to change the world. Like a child in flight.
All the pretty girls are on fire, burned up by this city. I been told, I'm a real live wire, who broke the rules of the game. I picked up like a rolling stone and I hit the towns up north.