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You lack the minerals and vitamins One sip of New York City tapwater, I'm back dialed in Last car in the last train, we piled in Pack lasted three days, azithromycin I miss this place ’til I'm back, long face to match My cats are strays, but the rats too big to catch Lapped the B48 in a foot race, bus driver tried to play the kid You know I'm not goin’ out like that (Crazy) Since I've been gone, it's a new panhandler outside the store Inside, young boy goin' through every bag of grabba like it's raw silk cloth Few weeks later, see my guy from before Few streets up outside Kennedy, fried, grinding his jaw He ain't recognize me at all Jet-lagged, I slipped in the bar at last call Crabs in a bucket, how the fuck I escape them claws? Survivor's guilt with a side of buyers remorse I'm home, but my mind be wandering off Sometimes I don’t tell anyone I’m back around Just lay low, crack a fresh pound The cat miss me the most, purring loud on my lap Tranquilo, fragrant smoke lazy in the air Fingers steepled, wondering if I really need all this stuff I got here Through the peephole, I see new people going up and down the stairs New buildings just appear I mighta seen Don Cheadle, Cookies and Runtz everywhere Letras de cancionesBut what I wouldn't give for a piece of that ’08 sour diesel That popcorn, green on green on green Where I used to cop at, now it's a Blue & Cream (I see you Jeff) Four hundred dollar Japanese jeans (They're actually very comfortable) Meanwhile, my bodega akh selling weed (No thanks, man) Bird's eye chili seeds dot the chicken, off the block Guyanese rice and peas Cops ride by and be in the breeze No need for stop and frisk, it’s cameras everywhere, they got your IG feed Come scoop kids after they do the deed (Real fast) Death in a top hat dance a jig in the street Don't get it twisted boy, the city wicked, it'll crush you with its feet From Letras Mania