I’m getting lost in the sound of the city
I can feel the rumble in my feet
The traffic loud and the air is gritty
Smell of money in the street
And everybody’s like

Whoa

Everybody’s like Whoa
Everybody’s like Whoa

Ready set now I’m gonna get ready to
Go, go, go
Ready Set
Go, go, go
Ready set go

I lost a week at Jamaica Station
Woke up at Street Mark’s Place
Breakdown in communication
Barely recognize my face
And everybody’s like

Whoa

Everybody’s like Whoa
Everybody’s like whoa

Ready set now I’m gonna get ready to
Go, go, go
Ready Set
Go, go, go
Ready set go