Jungle - Jon Bellion

You say your tribe’s from Kentucky — tucky

Give you three days if you’re lucky, lucky

These Wall Street dogs they can smell ya, smell ya

But in my tent, there is shelter, shelter

I will take care of you

Put the heat down, put the heat down, down

So please don’t be scared of me

Put the heat down, put the heat down, down

The Lion is creeping

But you will be sleeping

Cause you’re too pretty

You’re, you’re too pretty

And New York City is a jungle out there

Jungle out there, jungle out there

New York City, it’s a jungle out there

Jungle out there, jungle out there

I said New York City it’s a jungle out there

Sharks moving white on these corners, corners

No woods but trees like the forest, forest

You’re not from here they can smell ya, smell ya

But in my tent there is shelter, shelter

Listen close

These models don’t mean soda when they’re offering coke

There’s quicksand in this night life, it will swallow you whole

You sound so 'effing cute when you ask me, «What is blow?»

Singing New York city is a jungle out there

I will take care of you

So please don’t be scared of me

The Lion is creeping

But you will be sleeping, so