Video One With The New Yorkers de Social Club Misfits 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Social Club Misfits - One With The New Yorkers Lyrics

[Intro: Wordsplayed]
Yeah yeah
You see, come on, don't lie to yourself like you could do this
You drink Smart Water, I drink smarter water
Your doors don't do that
Your girl don't do that
You'd be lying if you said they did
Come on man, it's all imported, all of it
All of it

[Verse 1: Wordsplayed]
Found a wave, surfs up
Now Surf 'n Turf got served up
My VS, they swerved up
I see skrrts, I skrrts'd up
My quarter-to-five on the five
Animals style on the fries
Keeping my eyes on the prize
Only the strongest survive
Only the richest decide
Yeah, what's the golden rule?
Cuban links, I never ever stop
Uh, and if you think life hard
You've probably never seen a hard top
Now you asking what this coup worth
Now you asking where my roof went
Tryna tell me to lighten up
But couldn't see through the black tints
Oh no
[Hook: Marty]
I don't have too many friends
I'd rather stick with the fam
I don't care if you are famous
I'm married to my best friend
They don't like me though
Why do I need them to like me though?
I'm finally happy with who I'm becoming
It's well with my soul
I know, I know what I don't know

[Verse 2: Marty]
Yeah yeah
I see the truth in the lies
I see behind the disguise
I think they live for the likes
But they ain't got nothing in sight
What do you want from a life?
I will not put up a fight
Whatever you need, I got you
Just give me a time and a place
When you see me just know
I'm still the man with a smile on my face
Hands in the air
I shouldn't be here
This is all grace
How did this happen to me?
How did this happen to me?
How did this happen to me?
[Interlude: Amari]
I recorded this on a computer that uses Windows '98
Hey make sure you wear pants that fit you

[Verse 3: Amari]
I wake every day and I open my phone to see how many likes I got on my Rick Owens
My friends, they don't know I've been sleeping on couch to the floor to the couch to the floor
Hop in my dad’s whip, put gas to the floor
Just to skrrt off from reality
Misfit, the family
People think I care about comments and likes
And TBH man I think they might be right
Yeah, I got some problems, yeah, yeah
My momma think that I lost it, yeah
All of my exes Hispanic, yeah
Now I think I should know salsa, yeah
I just wanna make all of the hits, yeah
And Barry Bonds with the hits, yeah
God got my back like a bullet-proof vest
I'm gone be the best, yeah the best
Yeah, nothing less, yeah

[Hook: Marty]
I don't have too many friends
I'd rather stick with the fam
I don't care if you are famous
I'm married to my best friend
They don't like me though
Why do I need them to like me though?
I'm finally happy with who I'm becoming
It's well with my soul
I know, I know what I don't know
[Outro: Marty]
Yeah
I see the truth in the lies
I see behind the disguise
I think they live for the likes
But they ain't got nothing in sight
What do you want from my life?
I will not put up a fight