Quotes and Lyrics by Kalenna Harper

Wild, wild enough
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez

Philadelphia is a hard working city. It's a blue-collar city and we tend to think that's the type of team we have. We got tough guys everywhere, we have guys who give it up for each other everywhere.

Philadelphia, baby. You're gonna love it. Best sports fans in the world. Actually the worst, but that's what makes 'em the best.

In Boston they ask, how much does he know? In New York, how much is he worth? In Philadelphia, who were his parents?

You can leave Philadelphia, but it will never leave you.

In England, they drive on the left side of the road.
In Pennsylvania we drive on what's left of the road.

They say money can't buy happiness, but it can buy a flight to Pennsylvania - and that's pretty much the same thing.

You go to Saint-Tropez to party, not to work. It's like going to Ibiza to do your taxes.

Yeah, I smell like the vault, I used to sell dope
I did play the block, now I play on boats
In the south of France, baby, Saint-Tropez
Get a tan, I'm already Black; rich, I'm already that

I'm in Saint-Tropez, I had to check wrist
I just bought my girl a new necklace
One, two, three, four, five, six
I'll take 'em all, don't matter what the price is
I said I'm sorry mama for my vices
You'll never understand what my life is
One, two, three, four, five, six

And they would toast to me, oh, let the players play
I'd be just like Leo in Saint-Tropez

We don't need to worry
'Cause when we fall, we know how to land
Don't need to talk the talk, just walk the walk tonight
'Cause we don't need permission to dance

Don't you think we got another season
That come after spring?
I wanna be your summer
I wanna be your wave
Treat me like a comma
I'll take you to a new phrase