Kevin Johnson - New York City lyrics

Big plane, ba** man, you're thinner in the face, man And Winter is almost on us Trash can, song man, letters from the tax man, Hoping to hear things from us And we got nothin' We got nothin' We can try to persevere for another year But we're never gonna make it here in New York City Hey day, pay days, whiskey for the DJ's Doesn't leave much for dancing One hop, don't stop, make it to the real top Might as well stop romancing, That we're gonna go there We're goin' nowhere The rock and roll finds of North Caroline Are never gonna make the big time in New York City Southbound Greyhound, headed for my home town Leavin' round ten this evening Down in the old town, walking on my home ground, Is reason enough for leavin' 'Cause we got nothin' We got nothin', The rock and roll finds of North Caroline Are never gonna make the big time in New York City