NYC Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am][Kevin Rudolf]
In the city of dreams,
You get caught [G]up
In the schemes
And fall [F]apart in the seam
[E]Tonight
That boy [Am]he used to bomb,
From B.K. to [G]the Bronx
And it's the [F]fortunate one,
Who dies

[Verse 2]
[F][NAS]
New York, we ready!
[E][Kevin Rudolf] He mov[G]e from

[Verse 3]
[Am]
LAS [F]to SoHo (ho)
A few [G]blocks
For those who don't know (o[Dm]h)
Down the hall
Punched a hole in the [F]wall
Bounced out, all [G]are in control
Cer[Am]tified [G]son of a gun
Learns life lesson 101
Don't [Dm]fly too high
On your own sup[F]ply
Get burnt by [G]the sun

[Verse 4]
Cause in [Am]the city [F]of dreams
You get caught [G]up
In the schemes
And fall [Dm]apart in the seam
To[G]night[F][G]
That boy [Am]he is t[G]he bomb,[F]
[G]From [Am]B.K. to the B[G]ronx
And it's
[Dm]The fortunate one [G]who [F]dies[G]
[Am]He was

[Verse 5]
[F]NY's talk of the town
[G]Heard out to the LI sound (okay)
He [Dm]started dating models
And he figured [F]it out
He used to be a nice [G]guy,
Then he cut that sh!t out
[Am]Qualified [F]sex machine
[G]No better than a vowed fiend
She [Dm]wanted a ride
To the upper east side
But he [F]dropped
Her ass [G]off in queens

[Verse 6]
Cause in [Am]the city [F]of dreams
You [Am]get caught up
In [G]the schemes
And fall [Dm]apart in the seam
[F]To [G]night
That boy
Would [Am]play his [F]guitar
Like [Am]he was ready fo[G]r war
(You ready, K?)
(It's your man Nas here)
And then he'd lift [Dm]up
His voice to the
[G]Sky
(Take it straight
Through [F]New York [G]City)

[Verse 7]
[NAS] Yo, [Am]okay,
my [F]city, my town, my [G]crown
Michael Bloomberg, forget
what you heard
I'm [Dm]thought of highly,
shopping Louie, [F]Gi anni
Christian [G]LaCrosse shades,
what can a boss say?
[Am]City, bus, the [G]subway, [F]cab, the [G]runway
Ski masks and gun play
my past at a young [Dm]age
The illest city on the [F]planet
Towers came down,
Wall [G]Street barely [Am]standing
We Crook [G]Brothers,
opposite of Brook Brothers
My footsteps of Scatman Crothers
It's just generations [Dm]of style
To get five luminous
minutes [F]with me
Interviews on how I flip [G]sixty-twos
This This isn't [Am]my style,
I [F]spit what I'm living right now
I'm out on the town,
[G]gold bars shutting it down
Bottles [Dm]stacked from the floor
to the ceiling
Then it's a loud [F]fool,
Fifty-third street, street,
[G]right near the Hilton
I'm fight[Am]ing the feeling [G]I had
When I [F]was lighting up buildings
[G]Now I'm writing for millions of listeners
Critics who just [Dm]don't get it
They try dissing us,
[F]New York full of kings and queens,
[G]All the rest just mimic us

[Verse 8]
[Am][Kevin Rudolf]
Cause in the [F]city of dreams
You [Am]get caught up in t[G]he schemes
And fall [Dm]apart in [F]the seam[G]
Tonight
That boy would [Am]play his [F]guitar
[Am]Like he was ready for [G]war
And then he'd [Dm]lift up his voice to [Am]the

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