Jon Bellion - NewYorkSoul Lyrics
Bottle of red, bottle of whiteMy dad sent to me the other nightIn the box there was a postcard just for funSaying everyone is proud, we miss you sonSee my mother on SkypeHear my sisters through postcards they writeWatch my niece grow through InstagramYeah, around the world my body will roam, but my soul’s in New YorkMy soul’s in New YorkLight creeps in the hotel from the sunAll the homies left a voicemail from the pubThinking of you, we’ll pour out a beerBut god damn, Jon, we wish you were hereSee my mother on SkypeHear my sisters through postcards they writeWatch my niece grow through InstagramYeah, around the world my body will roam, but my soul’s in New YorkMy soul’s in New YorkSee my mother on SkypeHear my sisters through postcards they writeWatch my niece grow through InstagramYeah, around the world my body will roam, but my soul’s in New York