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The city is crazy, it sleeps with every light on The city is busy, even when every club is closed So I walk these streets, I skip over shadows Draw pictures on fogged up outside cafe windows Lookin' for a reason to write a song Yo, Nashvegas, your neons could write me a book So many alleys with stories that haven't been heard All these people see is who's on that TV Who moved here from out West with intentions of dreams But what about, what about, what about, what about Oh, what about, oh, Nashvegas Oh, Nashvegas The man on the corner askin' for change Has some million dollar songs floatin' 'round in his brain But no one knows the city is runnin' on greed, runnin' on greed They only pick you up when you're not on the ground Started yourself, created a sound Wanna slide on in and be your home run Take credit for you, and soak up your fun Oh, Nashvegas Woah, woah Nashvegas Woah, mmm Nashvegas Homegrown, hometown, home proud with that home sound Homegrown, hometown, home proud with that I'm from around here sound Homegrown, hometown, home proud with that home sound Homegrown, hometown, home proud with that I'm from around here sound From Letras Mania