Going off like phones on Shabbos, double entendres
Shema always be the mantra, in New York like Sinatra (woah)
So no need for the Mazda now, the Satan might be wearing Prada
But I got my strings over H&M to the day's end
In New York like Sinatra, but let's be frank
I'm tryna get to the homeland
We going off on the track, while they going off track
So unfortunate, cannot condone it
Turn on a beat, like Masada we goin' run it up
And you know that we doing it proper
Letting Hashem do His thing
But a rookie mistake would be not to put in your hishtadlus
Bumper cars with the Satan, I swerve
Serving G-d while the Satan get served
Watching my actions in public, 'cause even if they not observant they still will observe
Look out for the signs, if things go left trust you will not get left behind
And you ain't gotta be materialistic to know that it's all by design (facts)
Going off like phones on Shabbos, double entendres
Shema always be the mantra, in New York like Sinatra (woah)
So no need for the Mazda now, the Satan might be wearing Prada
But I got my strings over H&M to the day's end
To the day's end
Making fire like a caveman
It's nothing, tell me like I'm Abraham
Some of these bochurim closer to they/them's these days
It's getting harder for me to stay friends
Upper west side sleeping on me like a Day's Inn
A lot of sins being done here bemezid, and I'm the beis din
Going off like phones on Shabbos, double entendres
Shema always be the mantra, in New York like Sinatra (woah)
So no need for the Mazda now, the Satan might be wearing Prada
But I got my strings over H&M to the day's end