N.Y.M.V.P.

I miss the streets that never sleep The pulse The push The subway beep Concrete veins They run so deep Tell them I wanna come back in New York City I miss the vine I miss the spree I wanna be the Broadway shows MVP New York City You belong to me Yellow cabs like lightning bolts Bagels Chaos Dreams they jolt Skyline whispers Secrets it holds I left my heart on the Brooklyn Bridge Now I’m stuck in a hometown fridge Tell them I wanna come back in New York City I miss the vine I miss the spree I wanna be the Broadway shows MVP New York City You belong to me Fire escapes They climb like dreams Neon lights and smoky schemes In every crack A story screams