[Verse 1]A New York nine's an everywhere else sixTimewise, the opposite goes for chicksI'm in a taxi, texting with my best friendHe's sleeping with this girl that he met up on the West EndHe's lucky, she's a career woman, no kidsMost girls see the clothes and try and gold digMost hoes poke holes in TrojansMost people don't fuck and hit thelotto but my folks didI'm a messThat don't rhyme with shit, it's just trueDon't bring your girlfriend here, it's just youWhen I'm depressed you're someone I run toBut, I guess meet me at PianosThey cross-fadin' off of NanosUgh, on that hipster shitAnd you's a hipster, bitchYo, but not in the lame wayLike, you ain't livin' out in BKLike, you ain't workin' on a screenplayLike, your baby daddy ain't a DJLike, she listenin' to old FreewayCause everybody listens to Biggie, but she differentRight, that’s why your friends need wristbands?Fuck youCan I have this dance?[Chorus]Baby, you're the baddestBaby, you're the baddest girl, and uhNobody else mattersNobody else matters girl, and uhWe're kissing in the bathroomWe're kissing in the bathroom girl, and uh[Próxima Parte][Refrão]I hope nobody catch usBut I kinda hope they catch us[Próxima Parte]I hope nobody catch usBut I kinda hope they catch us, anyway[Verse 2]We can pretend if you want to, likeWe in love and started dating at your art school'Cause either way we both lying more than half of the timeExcept for when I’m home workin' on your graphic designEvery time we see each other, I'm taking you homeOur relationship has gotten Sylvester StalloneYellow-911-Persian girl-in-the-back carBut me writin' a verse would be the only way they buyin' a barWhite boys used to trip and send me over a ginBut they busy showin' off each other Indian friendShe got ironic tattoos on her backThat ain't ironic bitch, I love RugratsWatching lames handle they fame, they bang any broad with bangsIn a band with an animal nameHannibal came drinkin' a handle of JamesonAnalling anyone is the plan for the eveningI'm kidding, stopGirl cryin' on Ludlow, she still look good thoughLove is Eastside, who are you to hate?Movie ass; not a 10, but a super 8You ain't see me at the show? I was super greatHotel penthouse, gon' and let it ruminateCity never sleeps, so I guess I'm never slept onDid everything I could, then I kept going[Chorus][Próxima Parte][Refrão] (repetir)[Bridge]Ooh, girl, I wanna knowAre you ready to cry? 'Cause I'm no good, no goodOoh, girl, I wanna tryI'm an awful guy and I'm always awayAnd I'm tryin' to say I'm a piece of shitBelieve in this, I'm tellin' you'Cause we barely knew what we hadI'm not that bad, the fun we hadOoh[Chorus][Próxima Parte][Refrão] (repetir)
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[Verse 1]
A New York nine's an everywhere else six
Timewise, the opposite goes for chicks
I'm in a taxi, texting with my best friend
He's sleeping with this girl that he met up on the West End
He's lucky, she's a career woman, no kids
Most girls see the clothes and try and gold dig
Most hoes poke holes in Trojans
Most people don't fuck and hit the
lotto but my folks did
I'm a mess
That don't rhyme with shit, it's just true
Don't bring your girlfriend here, it's just you
When I'm depressed you're someone I run to
But, I guess meet me at Pianos
They cross-fadin' off of Nanos
Ugh, on that hipster shit
And you's a hipster, bitch
Yo, but not in the lame way
Like, you ain't livin' out in BK
Like, you ain't workin' on a screenplay
Like, your baby daddy ain't a DJ
Like, she listenin' to old Freeway
Cause everybody listens to Biggie, but she different
Right, that’s why your friends need wristbands?
Fuck you
Can I have this dance?
[Chorus]
Baby, you're the baddest
Baby, you're the baddest girl, and uh
Nobody else matters
Nobody else matters girl, and uh
We're kissing in the bathroom
We're kissing in the bathroom girl, and uh
[Próxima Parte]
[Refrão]
I hope nobody catch us
But I kinda hope they catch us
[Próxima Parte]
I hope nobody catch us
But I kinda hope they catch us, anyway
[Verse 2]
We can pretend if you want to, like
We in love and started dating at your art school
'Cause either way we both lying more than half of the time
Except for when I’m home workin' on your graphic design
Every time we see each other, I'm taking you home
Our relationship has gotten Sylvester Stallone
Yellow-911-Persian girl-in-the-back car
But me writin' a verse would be the only way they buyin' a bar
White boys used to trip and send me over a gin
But they busy showin' off each other Indian friend
She got ironic tattoos on her back
That ain't ironic bitch, I love Rugrats
Watching lames handle they fame, they bang any broad with bangs
In a band with an animal name
Hannibal came drinkin' a handle of Jameson
Analling anyone is the plan for the evening
I'm kidding, stop
Girl cryin' on Ludlow, she still look good though
Love is Eastside, who are you to hate?
Movie ass; not a 10, but a super 8
You ain't see me at the show? I was super great
Hotel penthouse, gon' and let it ruminate
City never sleeps, so I guess I'm never slept on
Did everything I could, then I kept going
[Chorus]
[Próxima Parte]
[Refrão] (repetir)
[Bridge]
Ooh, girl, I wanna know
Are you ready to cry? 'Cause I'm no good, no good
Ooh, girl, I wanna try
I'm an awful guy and I'm always away
And I'm tryin' to say I'm a piece of shit
Believe in this, I'm tellin' you
'Cause we barely knew what we had
I'm not that bad, the fun we had
Ooh
[Chorus]
[Próxima Parte]
[Refrão] (repetir)
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