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5 o clock I wake up, NYC place to be I go down my hat on, black coffee sugarfree Call the maid, stare the maid, “litlle more if I dare” First note in the morning, "lovely day as I care"From the street it goes traffic and music in the air I stay quiet and listen to music in the airAnd you would call me, I wouldn’t hang up, You so much kneeled me, there I stand up I passed away You, I passed away CurfewThere I am 6 am, NYC’s feeding me Magic spells, awfull smells, crimes and african bee Call the maid stare the maid, nicest bum as can be The wind blows on my brain, now my eyes they can see.Crowdy pavements, sky scrapers & music in the air From the clouds come a loud sound a music in the air.14 box, my look sucks, I go out discretly Water comes in my socks, I feel wet but light yeeh! a Wrestling star on the wall, I kinda like this tatoo I wait for someone’s call, captain searching his crew...From the street it goes traffic and music in the air I stay quiet and listen to music in the air From Letras Mania