night and we rolled all day. We never bought nothing but we sure did play. The music was loud and the girls were pretty. There was always a magic down at Pete's Music City Well, we had electric guitars
to live in New York City. But, baby, that ain't no substitute. Not for my hometown. That place people avoid. I've made love in every city. But I'll be buried in Detroit. Verse 2 Mike Posner. I don't
words. Rack rack city, bitch. Rack rack rack city, bitch. Rack, rack rack city, bitch. Mustard on the beat. Rack city bitch, rack rack city, bitch. Ten ten ten twenty on yo titties, bitch. 100 deep
