NYC Video (MV)

We took a bus to New York mama
The times are tough but we good mama
We stocked up on extra food mama
We brought our love and that's good mama
Think bout what I could mama
You know I like to f*ck you good mama
Thinking about how you could mama
I love being with you mama

Yeah we pulled up to the city
All the lights had me trippin'
The juul had me feeling dizzy
Mama looking all pretty
Kareoke on the 9th floor
Singing all types of records
So drunk I need a escort
Still buzzin off the whole quart

We took a cab to a restaurant
I look over I and dead stop
I see your phone saw the message
You calling different dudes daddy
Now my world stopped spinning
Asking why I stopped grinning
And you said he's just a friend now
And I'm feeling so dead now

We took a bus to New York mama
And I feeling like a fool mama
I'm dead feeling like a tool mama
You got me feeling like a mule mama
Should I even still call you mama?
You got my love then you tossed it
I went back and I grabbed it
Now I'm taking so much shit mama
Now I'm feeling so empty
I wanna leave so don't tempt me
Man I thought my love was plenty
Man I thought my love plenty, oh
Now I really wanna die now
I feel used and so blind now
All I wanna do is cry now
All I wanna do is cry now baby

We went back to the hotel room
And we argued all damn night
We were both making points, yeah
And you know I get angry
Then you really started lashing
Man my world really crashing
And right before we went to bed yeah
You said, f*ck you

And I'll never forget that