C.L.A.T. (feat. DJ Mitch Ferrino)

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Club, Legend, Art, Theater
 Club, Legend, Art
 We are New York
 Taste this chocolate, yes
 Godiva bitch, you know the rest
 New York City, we strong
 Talent last long
 All I do is win, no matter what
 I'm on the sneak attack they're like "What the fuck?"
 You think it, I've done it
 You've played it, I've slayed it
 You think you're the first
 Well it's been innovated
 Peppermint why you so nice? ('Cause I can be!)
 Peppermint how you always right? ('Cause I am, bee!)
 Peppermint how you stay lookin' so nice
 Getting dollars in your titties almost every single night?
 Learn the tricks, collect the tips
 Gender flip, flip the script
 Built legendary status, brick by brick
 And it did not come from a Youtube clip!
 New York, New York, New York, New York
 We are (Club)
 We are (Legend)
 We are (Art, Art)
 We are (Theater)
 We own everything, we are New York
 Ooh
 Club, Legend, Art, Theater
 Radical, magical, liberal art
 Gender is a construct, tear it apart
 Wearable art and terrible art
 It's the motherfucking world is unbearable art
 This part, this is for us
 Don't need a museum, this club is enough
 For a revolution with the best intentions
 Beauty with a twist, just an intervention
 Yes ma'am, I'll take that dollar
 Doesn't even matter I'm a Fulbright scholar
 I'd rather be a modest, but I need to show it
 There's a lot of pretty girls, but a queen better know shit
 Femmes, rebels, meddle with gender
 Realness bores me, I'm a better pretender
 Brooklyn which is, revolutionary
 Come up with a read that's better than hairy
 New York, New York, New York, New York
 We are (Club)
 We are (Legend)
 We are (Art, Art)
 We are (Theater)
 We own everything, we are New York
 Ooh
 Club, Legend, Art, Theater
 Stretch, kick, curtain up
 Don't pop the head, it's showtime folks
 An actress ain't got coins for cabs
 That's why I paint for subway dads
 Judy, Julie, Audrey too
 As a little boy, I lived for you
 Now I'm a dame, I own the stage
 Five, six, seven, eight, off the page
 Y'all might think I live for drama
 I just want you to feel mama
 Showy queen, that's my name
 Subway fish is how I came
 Express, create, the theatre's safe
 Don't come for me, 'cause Love Trumps Hate
 Life imitates art
 Dreams come true
 NYC, I'm coming through
 New York, New York, New York, New York
 We are (Club)
 We are (Legend)
 We are (Art, Art)
 We are (Theater)
 We own everything, we are New York
 Ooh
 Club, Legend, Art, Theater
 Touch this skin, what's it feel like to you?
 I'm a nightmare dressed as a dream come true
 I'm a banjee cunt, don't call me that for nothin'
 I spin and I dip and the tricks, that's stuntin'
 I'm getting my tens, all I see is these fives
 Pussy on point, nails sharp like knives
 Stone the stones, I got stones on my ring
 'Cause I'm opulent bitch, that means I own everything
 Pop that shit, I'm a bubblegum bitch
 Grab on my ass, you like liquorice?
 I'm sweet like candy but I'm hot like a pepper
 Bitches ain't shit, 'cause they know they know better
 Eyes on me, and my looks break necks
 Model-esque body, serve straight up sex
 You can never get enough, I'm the bitch that you love
 Just call me the Queen of Clubs
 New York, New York, New York, New York
 We are (Club)
 We are (Legend)
 We are (Art, Art)
 We are (Theater)
 We own everything, we are New York
 Ooh
 Club, Legend, Art, Theater
 New York, New York, New York
 New York, we are New York
 Ohh, we are, we are, we are
 We are who we are
 We are, yeah
 

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Duration
04:10
Key
7
Tempo
124 BPM

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