Ed Sheeran – Empire State Of Mind Ukulele Chords

Yeah, I’m out of Brooklyn, now I’m down in Tribeca

Right next to De Niro but I’ll be hood forever
I’m the new Sinatra and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, hola my Dominicanos

Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonalds
Took it to my stash spot, 560 State street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
Cruising down 8th street

Off-white Lexus driving so slow but BK is from Texas
Me I’m out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me

Say what up to TyTy, still sipping mai tais
Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Homie I be Spiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from

New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There’s nothing you can’t do
Now you’re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Now you’re in New York, New York, New York

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Yeah, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed Blue, but I’m not a Crip, though
But I got a gang of people walking with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rocks

Afrika Bambaataa stuff, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain’t fair, they act like they forgot how to add
8 million stories out there in the naked
City, it’s a pity half of y’all won’t make it
Me I gotta plug Special Ed “I Got It Made”
If Jeezy’s paying LeBron, I’m paying Dwyane Wade

3 dice Cee-lo, 3 card Marley
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World trade
Long live the king yo, I’m from the Empire of

New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There’s nothing you can’t do
Now you’re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Now you’re in New York, New York, New York

Lights is blinding, the girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick
The side lines is lined with casualties
Who sip the life casually, then gradually become worse

Don’t bite the apple, Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you’re in-style
And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out
The city of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the city’s filled with ’em
Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
”Hail Mary” to the city, you’re a virgin
And Jesus can’t save you, life starts when the church ends
Brought up in school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you a Ambien

In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There’s nothing you can’t do
Now you’re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Now you’re in New York, New York, New York

One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
No place in the world that can compare
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say ”yeah!”

New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There’s nothing you can’t do
Now you’re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Now you’re in New York, New York, New York

New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh

There’s nothing you can’t do
Now you’re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you
Now you’re in New York
Now you’re in New York
Now you’re in New York