[bad word] 
There might be other cities 
Half as raw as our 
Out in some other distant galaxy 
Among the stars 
(But I doubt it) 

Verse 1 
Nothing like the feeling of plane flight homeward 
The way my stomach dips when the landing gear's lowered 
Because no matter how many miles that I wander 
The Bay Bridge curves like smile on the water 
I'm like What up, missy 
Tell me were you missing me 
Whith this Pretty city skyline lit up like a christmas trees 
The little building shimmers pinky rings from tiffany's 
Every time I witness the I have a [bad word] epihany 
That This is me 
I was built by all history 
I got six or seven memories on every single street 
I never missed a beat city pride 
All is foggy sky got me misty eyed 

Verse 2 
We don't play tiny violins over minor things 
we slide into the ring taking Tyson swings 
Because this city will defend our [bad word] pride and raise each other up like Simba in the Lion King 
We're not shy 
I ain't no coy coward 
I'll by doing [bad word] falls offa Coit tower 
my boys on the groundfloor providing man power 
But if I die now mix me into clam chowder 
Put me in a breadbowl 
feed me to the seagulls 
Just not the tourists 
I'm sure they're peachy people 
I get I'm just a purist 
It isn't oil but there's something in our water and it's got me feeling diesel