Tell them where your from

Look up and it’s raining
Yet my glance at the clock
Must be something fun to entertain me
Is leaning back looking after your smile
And your jokes make me road
When you come to town
Give up says a part
Say why
Is that a Brooklyn ghetto queen
Who doesn’t want to know where
Look at me and understand I’m rushing no town
Try to impress with the same dance steps

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