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