Tropico Blvd - Summer City (feat. Daniel Dean) Lyrics

Backward caps and alley cats
Girls in colored tights with the little dogs and yoga mats
Read between the lines on the subway tracks
We're coming to the city, come into the city

Summertime up the low east side
The streets are burning bright while the eyes delight at the city lights
Mix every color and stir 'em up right
Or the red and blue will get ya, red and blue will get ya

And they scream
Ooh aah, ooh aah, ooh ah ahh
Ooh aah, ooh all day

Her Royal marketplace, drinking IPAs
The cool cats spin like hula-hoops and the dogs just sit and stay
Thirty-six chambers filled with graffiti
Oh man, what a composition, man what a composition

Prospect Park and life's on parade
The children laugh, play and chase and then hide in the shade
You can hear the jazz horns up in Harlem sing
Hey there Brooklyn, hey hey dear Brooklyn

They sing
Ooh aah, ooh aah, ooh ah ahhh
Ooh aah, ooh all day

Bowling green lines to the Bay from the Heights
Bats crack, wild fans scream loud, and it's out of sight
Boats pass the lady on the island and wave
We're coming to the city, coming to the city

Fashionistas strut up Bleecker street
Block parties on Bedford make the hydrants weep
Saw her dancing to my beat
Said tell me
Where did you get it, where oh where'd you get it
I got it from my momma

We said
Ooh aah, ooh aah, ooh ah ahhh
Ooh aah, ooh all day

Coming to the city, coming to the city
(What a composition)
Got it from my momma
Coming to the city, coming to the city
(What a composition)
Got it from my momma
Coming to the city, coming to the city
(What a composition)
Got it from my momma
Coming to the city, coming to the city
(What a composition)
Got it from my momma
Coming to the city, coming to the city
(What a composition)
Got it from my momma