Christopher Owens New York City
remember learning how to make a quick hundred bucks
Sleeping in the back of a pickup truck
I remember looking through the barrel of a loaded gun
Texas cops and cooking drugs
But look at us in New York City
Everybody's listening to me.
Here we are in New York City
Rock and roll in New York City
I remember begging my best friend for my life
He cut me and his wife with a pocket knife
I remember getting picked up for a petty crime
And getting locked up for holding a gun
But look at us in New York City
Everybody's listening to me.
Here we are in New York City
Rock and roll in New York City
