NewYorkSoul歌词

Bottle of red bottle of white
My dad sent to me the other night
In the box there was a postcard just for fun
Saying everyone is proud we miss you son
See my mother on Skype
Hear my sisters through postcards they write
Watch my niece grow through Instagram
Yeah around the world my body will roam
But my soul's in New York
My soul's in New York
Light creeps in the hotel from the sun
All the homies left a voicemail from the pub
Thinking of you we'll pour out a beer
But goddamn Jon we wish you were here
See my mother on Skype
Hear my sisters through postcards they write
Watch my niece grow through Instagram
Yeah, around the world my body will roam
But my soul's in New York
My soul's in New York
See my mother on Skype
Hear my sisters through postcards they write
Watch my niece grow through Instagram
Yeah, around the world my body will roam
But my soul's in New York