NewYorkSoul şarkı sözleri

Bottle of red, bottle of white My dad sent to me the other night In the box there was a postcard just for fun Saying everyone is proud, we miss you son See my mother on Skype Hear my sisters through postcards they write Watch my niece grow through Instagram Yeah, around the world my body will roam But my soul's in New York My soul's in New York Light creeps in the hotel from the sun All the homies left a voicemail from the pub Thinking of you, we'll pour out a beer But God damn, Jon, we wish you were here See my mother on Skype Hear my sisters through postcards they write Watch my niece grow through Instagram Yeah, around the world my body will roam But my soul's in New York My soul's in New York See my mother on Skype Hear my sisters through postcards they write Watch my niece grow through Instagram Yeah, around the world my body will roam But my soul's in New York My soul's in New York