Empire State Of Mind chords

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B _ _ _ _ _ Yeah, F# yeah I'm up at Brooklyn Now I'm down in Tribeca.
Right next to the narrow But I'll be hood forever.
B I'm the new Sinatra And since I made it here.
I can make it anywhere Yeah they love me everywhere.
I F# used to cop in Harlem All of my dimini conos.
Right there up on Broadway Pull me back to that McDonald's.
B Click into my snack box 560 Faith Street.
Catch me in the kitchen Like a Simmons whipping pastry.
F# Cruisin' down 8th Street Off White Lexus.
Driving so slow But VK is from Texas.
B Me and my vet, Bad Style Home of that boy Biggie.
Now I live on Billboard And I brought my boys with me.
F# Say what up to Ty-Ty Still sippin' my Ty's.
Sitting courtside Nixonettes give me B high fives.
A# I'm spiked out I could trip a referee.
Tell by my attitude That I'm most definitely B from New York.
_ I'm bitchin' with F# Dreamer, Bader.
There's nothing you can't do.
Count on B me, dude.
_ _ These streets will make you F# feel brand new.
These lights will inspire C# you.
F# Let's hear it B from the New York News.
_ I made you a home.
F# Check me at the Equinox.
She got a Yankee cane.
That made the Yankee half more famous than the Yankee can.
B You should know I'm Lee Blue.
But I ain't a crypto.
But I got a gang and I'm walking with my clique though.
F# Welcome to the Melton Box.
Corner store we selling.
Africa been bought it.
Home of the hip-hop.
B Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holovac.
For foreigners it ain't fair.
They act like they forgot how to act.
F# Fake million stories.
Out there in the naked.
City it's a pity half of y'all won't make it.
B Me I got a plug.
Bet you what I got it made it.
Jesus paying LeBron.
I'm paying to Wayne Wayne.
F# Three dice of Zelo.
Three card molly.
Labor Day Parade recipe B for Molly.
A# That you were living in.
Long live the world trade.
Long live the king yo.
I'm from the Empire State.
B _ _ _ _ I'm Creek Jungle with F# Dreamer Lato.
Nothing you can't do.
Count on B the studio.
_ _ These shoes will make you feel F# brand new.
Big lights will inspire you.
Let's hear it for B Studio _ _ _ _ _ _ .
F# Lights is blinding.
Girls need blinders.
So they can step out of bounds quick.
C.
B Sidelines is lined with casualties.
You sip the life casually.
Then gradually become worse.
Don't fight the Apple F# Heath.
Caught up in the in crowd.
Now you're in style.
And in the winter gets cold.
In C vogue with the skin B out.
City of sin.
It's a pity on a whim.
Good girls gone bad.
The city's filled with them.
F# Mommy took a bus trip.
Now she got a bus stop.
Everybody ride her.
B Just like a bus route.
Hail Mary to the city.
You're a virgin.
And Jesus can't save you.
Life starts when the F# church ends.
Came here from school.
Graduated to the high life.
Ballplayers, rap B stars.
Addicted to the A# limelight.
Empty in Maine.
Got you feeling like a champion.
The city never sleep.
Better slip you an B ambient In.
I'm _ Creek Jungle with F# Dreamer Lato.
_ _ _ _ Now you're in B studio.
_ _ _ These streets will make you feel F# brand new.
Big lights C# will inspire you.
F# Let's hear it for B Studio.
Lights _ _ _ is blinding.
One hand in the air.
_ Streetlights, big dreams.
All looking C# pretty.
No place in the world.
That can D#m compare.
Put your lighters in the air.
B Everybody A# say yeah.
Come on Yeah Come on.
I'm B Creek Jungle _ _ with Dreamer F# Lato.
_ Nothing you can't do.
Now you're in B studio.
_ _ _ These streets will make you feel F# brand new.
Big lights will C# inspire you.
F# Let's hear it for B Studio _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
F# _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .