Watsky (george Watsky) - Other Cities lyrics

There's nothin' like the feeling of the plane flight homeward; The way my stomach dips when the landing gears lowered; Because no matter how many miles that I wander; The bay bridge curves like a smile on the water; I'm like, what up missy? Tell me you were missin' me; With this pretty city skyline lit up like a Christmas tree; The buildings shimmering like pinky rings from Tiffany's; Every time I witness it I have a damn epiphany; That this is me! This is where I've got the richest history; Stacked with six or seven memories on every single street; I never missed a beat; I'm soaked in city pride; And me oh my, this foggy sky got me misty eyed; There might be other cities half as raw as ours; (Just as 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it) Out in some distant galaxy among the stars; (But I doubt it, doubt it, doubt it) We don't play tiny violins over minor things; We slide into the ring takin' Tyson swings; Because this city will defend our f**in' pride And raise each other up like Simba in the Lion King; We're not shy; I ain't no coy coward; I'll be doin' trust falls offa Coit tower; My boys on the ground floor providin' man power; But if I die now, mix me into clam chowder; Put me in a bread bowl, feed me to the seagulls; But not the freakin' tourists; I'm sure they're peachy people; I guess I'm just a purist; It isn't oil, but there's somethin' in the water And it's got me feelin' diesel; There might be other cities half as raw as ours; (Just as 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it) Out in some distant galaxy among the stars; (But I doubt it, doubt it, doubt it) [Outro: Bobby "Blue" Bland] Ain't no love, in the heart of the city; Ain't no love, in the heart of town; Ain't no love, in the heart of the city; Ain't no love, in the heart of town; Ain't no love.