In the backseat, in New York, in the fall, in a taxi You look to your left and you ask Is it possible to be happy? Due to chaos and the bruises you get on the way down And I think I'm addicted to pain now
Touch down in Newark, she's ready to act up Hits the baggage claim picture, two or more backs up Heard about a party, so should we hit that up? Text to the plug, can I pick two bags up? He said ETA, she said 45 cause the Holland Tunnel's backed up Hits the ATM first to go and pick cash up Fast forward later on, this line's getting racked up Pulled up to the box around two in the morning Two drinks in, she said "did you sneak the blow in? " Grabbed hеr by the hand and I walked her to thе bathroom Cause they don't care here, they gon' let us both go in Tipped the bathroom attendant a C note Tonight's been the opposite of mellow Hour later asked, should we head to the hotel though Walked out in the cold and we hopped in a yellow
In the backseat, in New York, in the fall, in a taxi You look to your left and you ask Is it possible to be happy? Due to chaos and the bruises you get on the way down And I think I'm addicted to pain now
Yeah, Uh, East Village, L-E-S The way she holds a cigarette can tell she's stressed Corner of a dive bar, tight black dress Stache is a blow in her bra by her breasts Uh, she asks what's next If you wanna fuck, well just tell me "yes" Uh, Am I a shitshow? Yes, but you the type of girl to call Diplo West So who you pointing fingers at? Going tip or tap? Clubs closed, now you asking where the afters at? Where the drugs and the rappers and the actors at? Every night, same story, going back to that Uh, It all falls down, tell me you love me I love how I sound But the city's so loud that our voices get drowned I can't hear you right now
In the backseat, in New York, in the fall, in a taxi You look to your left and you ask Is it possible to be happy? Due to chaos and the bruises you get on the way down And I think I'm addicted to pain now
But no matter where you run to, you can't hide from it From the East Coast to the West Coast, honey Pick any corner of the goddamn world I'm sorry to tell you, there's a freak show everywhere And it'll find you
Compositores: Myles Mills (Skizzy Mars), Gerald Gillum, Lasse Qvist Lauritsen, Kristian Karl Langberg Hossy, Chaim Mordechai Aizik Hodakov ECAD: Obra #46842937