Mike Posner - Buried in Detroit Lyrics
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Buried in Detroit
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What Are The Lyrics For Buried in Detroit By Mike Posner?
I'm a writer and a lover
I'm a Midwest music man And I've been to a lot of places But I'm gon' end where I began I took class in Carolina Got high smoking joints And now they know my name in Paris But I'll be buried in Detroit Next to my father, and my father's father too I used to live in New York City But baby that ain't no substitute Not for my hometown That place people avoid I've made love in every city But I'll be buried in Detroit I don't claim to be a prophet I just speak my mind I try to tell it like it is And sometimes God makes it rhyme I like my songs how I like my women Honest and to the point You see I got fucked up in Stockholm But I'll be buried in Detroit Next to my father, my father's father too I used to live in New York City But baby that ain't no substitute Not for my hometown That place people avoid I've made love in every city But I'll be buried in Detroit You know I ain't gon' live forever Baby it won't be long At the wake they'll say "He made a lot of mistakes But he could write hell of a song" And I made, I made killing Though I never really was employed I had a girl from San Diego But I'll be buried in I killed a show in Indonesia But I'll be buried in I made love in every city But I'll be buried in Detroit |
Who Wrote Buried in Detroit By Mike Posner?
Mike Posner
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What's The Duration Of The Buried in Detroit By Mike Posner?The duration of Buried in Detroit is 4:08 minutes and seconds. |
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