My goddess eh
The bi-product of New York City nights
When you criticizin' you caught up in all the pretty lights
Getting high in my city is like requirement, it's my environment
I won’t harp on it like a violin.
Analog back in the house like a santafar
Posted up like a fan on the block
Hand to god, Word is bond
Right now it's the best moment you ever known
You gotta make it your own
Lets take her home.
Lyrics taken from http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/p/pretty_lights/around_the_block.html