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it’s hard to say no (in new york city)
it’s hard to explain that it hurts
that pain in my heart’s just a stain on my shirt
today i ate my lunch alone, i saw a bunch of clones
i wanted to see faces, put away your fuckin phone!
last night i went on a date with a girl,
woke up hungover .. hating the world
but whenever i’m havin a rough day
i find a book and ride the subway
or i walk around aimlessly,
looking for people doin the exact same as me
something weird just happened .. that’s what i came to see,
i sat in the grass so long i became a tree
found a peaceful spot to people watch
then ended up drink in a pizza shop
but i’ll take what i get, it’s a success if make it though a summer day without breakin a sweat
IT’S HARD TO SAY NO IN NEW YORK CITY
WITH ALL THIS YAYO IN NEW YORK CITY
BUT THERES SO MANY OTHER WAYS TO PLAY IN NEW YORK CITY
SO FOR NOW IM GONNA STAY IN NEW YORK CITY
who’s gonna cry when i leave?
i’d rather be narcissistic than naive
i almost avoided Benji’s funeral,
but i’m glad i didn’t because that shit was beautiful
when i was readin and eatin green eggs n ham
i never thought i become the man that i am
now i drink coffee, still sing off key
and pretend i’m Bing Crosby
in between the cigarettes i’m ashin
i still find time to imagine
i should stop complaining and start rappin
instead of doodlin on bar napkins
big cities are made up of small towns
no one smiles at you but they help you if you fall down
ten years from now i’ll be thirty five,
still hangin out in diners and drinkin whiskey in dirty dives
IT’S HARD TO SAY NO IN NEW YORK CITY
WITH ALL THIS YAYO IN NEW YORK CITY
BUT THERES SO MANY OTHER WAYS TO PLAY IN NEW YORK CITY
SO FOR NOW IM GONNA STAY IN NEW YORK CITY
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Locked in Love
03:39
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locked in love
for now i’m done singing blues ballads
i’m throwin vodka in the fruit salad
watchin the trees slow dance in the wind
i wish we could all die with a bit of romance in the end
you me and a shack on the beach
when i’m hungry i just snack on your peach
we sat in the sand catching a tan
skinny dippin and livin off the fat of the land
there’s no other fling like a summer fling
i wanna help you this time die your hair the color pink
baby maybe your labia is the one
on a hot day you’re the rain on a sad day you’re the sun
if your lookin for it you won’t find love
so i black out and turn into a blind dove
if it don’t work out, don’t stress it
because even bein pathetic can be poetic
WASTIN TIME’S MY FAVORITE WAY TO SPEND IT
ME MYSELF AND I, WE GOT A GOOD FRIENDSHIP
BUT BABY YOU GOT ME LOCKED IN LOVE
OR MAYBE I’M JUST LOST IN LUST
i don’t give a shit when i’m in the shade
life’s just that much more lit when you gettin laid
all you gotta do is sit while i serenade
and keep lookin pretty takin sips of your lemonade
layin down on the ground we watch the clouds pass
whisperin to each other all they hear is some loud laughs
all we need is some fruit and a blanket
and if your but is lookin a little too cute then i’ll spank it
both of our phones are dead
but we’d be rather alone instead
makin love on the roof while the sunsets
out of all my lovers you’ve been the best one yet
i still take you up on that offer
to move away to tahitii with nothing but eacother
whom i kidding, it’s best that we didn’t
i’ll always love you forever but for now, good riddance
WASTIN TIME’S MY FAVORITE WAY TO SPEND IT
ME MYSELF AND I, WE GOT A GOOD FRIENDSHIP
BUT BABY YOU GOT ME LOCKED IN LOVE
OR MAYBE I’M JUST LOST IN LUST
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life is (not always like this)
so many people i get lonely in the city
dippin my cannoli in my whiskey
i wish i could show these words to my grand dad
but the fact that i can’t makes me happy and sad
why am i different i still i don’t understand that
lead me to ocean please show me where the sands at
in the winter, take me where it’s warm
in the summer, take a chance and dance in a thunderstorm
the grass is greener by a red head
i drink so much sometimes i wake up in a wet bed
not proud of what i’ve done drunk but it’s over
at least in the morning i sit and think about it sober
my friend called me a freak, that’s a compliment
aside from bein me that’s my biggest accomplishment
yeah i’m proud of myself,
but i’m also a hazard i shouldn’t be allowed by myself
TODAY I COULDN’T FIND MY BALANCE
FEELING FINE WAS SUCH A CHALLENGE
BUT I KNOW THAT LIFE IS NOT ALWAYS LIKE THIS
YEAH I KNOW THAT LIFE IS NOT ALWAYS LIKE THIS
i can’t smoke weed, but i wish i could
all these cigarettes ain’t doin me good
i threw my to-do list in a bucket, said fuck it
i don’t talk about my future it’s a touchy subject!
we shouldn’t go there,
that conversation always ends up no where
i fear that man in the mirror,
alienated myself from society but i can’t abandon a beer?
rap is killing me but i feel the need to do it more
and discover shit about myself most people ignore
they don’t give a damn, it’s a scam
but artists are assholes so i understand
everything was easy, you were gentle
but our love was a summer sublet, just a rental
it was so eventful
that i still try to relive it with my pencil
TODAY I COULDN’T FIND MY BALANCE
FEELING FINE WAS SUCH A CHALLENGE
BUT I KNOW THAT LIFE IS NOT ALWAYS LIKE THIS
YEAH I KNOW THAT LIFE IS NOT ALWAYS LIKE THIS
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Rose Went Blue
02:44
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rose went blue
SO FAR NO ONE COME CLOSE TO YOU
I STILL CARE BUT WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?
MY SKY TURNED GREY
AND MY ROSE WENT BLUE
X2
wallet was empty but my heart wasn’t
and every time i saw you my soul would start buzzin
we went from cigarettes after casual sex
to sayin corny love shit over texts
i can’t believe i’m still missin you
who the hell should i listen to?
i should reach out to you before your dead
and blow a kiss on your forehead
maybe it was just a summer of love
but it wasn’t enough
we can’t call it that, i gave you all i had
the way i drink you would think i have an alcoholic dad
life got hard i turned soft
instead of sheddin tears i shoulda let us burn off
and known that our time was up
and when i’m by myself i’m enough
SO FAR NO ONE COME CLOSE TO YOU
I STILL CARE BUT WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?
MY SKY TURNED GREY
AND MY ROSE WENT BLUE
X2
if you’re in the city i might run into you
i don’t know how i’ll act, i don’t have a clue
last time it was tears
maybe this time we laugh and reminisce over beers
walkin back from the beach barefoot and we hold hands
you’re gonna be the one i think about when i’m an old man
we shared and showed us so much
but we couldn’t hold each other in the cold months
and it took it’s toll on us
you wasn’t the blondest, you was honest
i know we both gonna be sexy with grey hair
maybe what we had will survive and stay there
right where it was,
i miss the pair of us
it takes a week writin you love letters
and only one second to tear it up
so far no one come close to you
i still care but how the hell i’m supposed to do
my sky turned grey
and my rose went blue
SO FAR NO ONE COME CLOSE TO YOU
I STILL CARE BUT WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?
MY SKY TURNED GREY
AND MY ROSE WENT BLUE
X2
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cigs, cannoli, coffee, donuts
cigarettes, cannoli, coffee and donuts
i’m a problem not a poet so what?
oh but being surrounded by mayhem helps
antii social addicts the scars speak for themselves
watchin hentai with a bad bitch in bed stuy
she dress fly, gets high, a rebel with red eyes
but she so sad, her cigarettes cry
i can’t imagine what’s gonna happen when her pet dies
i’m not sure what i could brag about
but i’m pretty good at blackin out
and wandering the city streets for somewhere i could take a seat
and study all these idiosyncratic freaks
but then i realize i’m not that different we all started innocent,
except for the shit that was in our past
i’m nothin but a long haired low life
in no hurry with no worries and no wife
i can’t lucid dream so i free write
in a room filled with gloom, doom and tea lights
i know for a fact she won’t but acts like she might
you start to pick up on all the crap that they recite
as soon as the situation turns high stress
i decide that it’s time to digress
cause i’m not that good at cleaning up my mess
i guess all that i can really do is lie less
i’m just an oaf on a sofa loafin around,
i’ve seen none of the world but i been to most of my town
i gave up on acting like i’m holdin it down
life turned into a cold shower, should i throw in the towel?
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Beach Day
02:58
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beach day
theres only one perfect potion
the hangover cure of the ocean
girl relax lemme hit ya back with the lotion
summer my favorite emotion
i aint wearin socks today
i’m gettin fuck up at rockaway
i’m far from glamorous, far from cameras
nothin handles my stress better than a hammock does
the sea that’s my bathtub
reminiscin about my first kiss and my last love
committin sins when the sun shines
that’s how i unwind
passin out on a tapestry
blowin off plans i do it happily
when it comes to style don’t mimic any just mix many
i opened my mind and found six pennies
I DON’T CARE IF IT’S CLICHE
BUT THERE AIN’T NOTHIN LIKE A BEACH DAY
THE OCEAN DOES WONDERS FOR MY CURLS
AND I’M LICKIN THE SALT OFF THE LIPS OF MY GIRL x2
the life of a bum i wonder if i’ll out grow it
atleast i admit that i don’t know shit
the thoughts of a man, who’s lost in the sand
and his only worry’s comin up with the next cost of a can
i don’t floss for my fans, i don’t got money
but it’s better than my life being not funny
at least if it’s hot, sunny .. go outside
and take a barefoot bike ride
or i skateboard on the board walk
and listen to the way that new york talks
and it don’t matter who it’s speakin to
but new york brings out the freak and the unique in you
peekaboo, something weird happens all the time
outsiders call it crimes
all you can do here is try to stay sane
i found serenity by hoppin on the A train
i don’t care if its cliche
there aint nothing like a beach day
the ocean does wonders for my curls
and i’m licking the salt off the lips of my girl
I DON’T CARE IF IT’S CLICHE
BUT THERE AIN’T NOTHIN LIKE A BEACH DAY
THE OCEAN DOES WONDERS FOR MY CURLS
AND I’M LICKIN THE SALT OFF THE LIPS OF MY GIRL x2
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Got It Good
02:36
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Got it Good
WHEN SHE TOOK OFF ALL HER GARMENTS
I SAW SOME HAIR UP IN HER ARMPITS
I LIKE IT MORE THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD
NEVER HAD IT GOIN ON NOW I GOT IT GOOD
blackin out i’m white trash
ticklin pussies with my light stash
my marketing plan is be homeless
drink beers, smoke cigs, write poems and piss
there’s not much that i won’t consume don’t assume
nothin except that i’m shootin pool at bonus room
yeah i like shitty dive bars
that get one out of five stars
she only seems to hit me up when she’s horny
but i respond cause i’m lonely
and every mornin she wakes me up with a bj
then i’m gone, because i need to take a me day
i’m done fuckin around, that shit is empty
but i found that shit out quickly
i wanna feel something, let me get hurt
you can be the top of the tree, baby i’ll be the dirt
WHEN SHE TOOK OFF ALL HER GARMENTS
I SAW SOME HAIR UP IN HER ARMPITS
I LIKE IT MORE THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD
NEVER HAD IT GOIN ON NOW I GOT IT GOOD
fuck art, i wanna find love
i found it one time ehh … kind of
smokin my last cigarette i’m back to square one
but maybe love is in the air if we share one
and now we got the same smoke in our lungs
and i’m dying to feel the stroke of your tounge
it’s been raining so long i wanna soak up the sun
but her hearts darker than what’s inside the cloak of a nun
last time i saw her it was spark less
nothin but darkness
yeah i do miss hanging out with a cool chick
but i learned a lot about life and got nice with a pool stick
i never no when to quit, i’m throwin a fit
and i don’t ever see myself goin legit
but now everybody wanna be edgy
just please don’t stop eating your veggies
WHEN SHE TOOK OFF ALL HER GARMENTS
I SAW SOME HAIR UP IN HER ARMPITS
I LIKE IT MORE THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD
NEVER HAD IT GOIN ON NOW I GOT IT GOOD
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Overalls
03:45
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overalls
my heart fell out of a hole in my flannel
and i got nothin left of my soul but a candle
it got stolen and sold to the mold and cobwebs
and a squad of crip walkin daddy long legs
i’m doin drugs i never thought i would
i know there’s worse ones but these ones can’t be good
i get along with the vagabonds and the rebels
not religious but there’s no better metaphor than the devil
all i’m here to do is try to right the book of matches
i’m not concerned with wondering where to put the ashes
i took the static of my life and made it look emphatic
by drawin beautiful things in the soot and sadness
you can’t find me, i’m hiding in the nooks and attics
or in the swamps of the south hookin and cookin catfish
the apple don’t fall far from the tree, then it rots away
i’m nocturnal it’s just not my day
I’VE NEVER BEEN ONE TO FOLLOW PROTOCOL
FLASK OF WHISKEY IN THE POCKET OF MY OVERALLS
THEY HOLD EVERYTHING THAT I NEED ..
CONDOMS, CIGARETTES AND SUNFLOWER SEEDS x2
i’m not a hippy i’m a hick man
stuck in a swamp of whiskey and it’s quick sand
lunch is six cans of Genesse and half of pack menthols
I’m a scarecrow compared to all these ken dolls
my favorite holiday was halloween
i died licken fried chicken corn bread and collard greens
the devil said i got a level head
at night i’m full of light durin the day i’m disheveled and dead
screamin from the depths of my soul like janis joplin
and i’m rocking a mustache and a mullet, randy jonhson
it’s a digital world but i’m an analog man
nothin takes the pain away like camouflage can
i’m done with bitches, i’m naked swimmin with fishes
cause in the city people are pretty but they’re vicious
observin the serenity of the lake scene,
while she gave me blowjobs i was eating baked beans
I’VE NEVER BEEN ONE TO FOLLOW PROTOCOL
FLASK OF WHISKEY IN THE POCKET OF MY OVERALLS
THEY HOLD EVERYTHING THAT I NEED .. CONDOMS, CIGARETTES AND SUNFLOWER SEEDS x2
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it’s hard to say no everywhere i go
IT’S HARD TO SAY NO EVERYWHERE I GO
SO I GUESS IT’S MY FAULT x2
luckily i forgot everything i was taught
because i could never pretend to be someone i’m not
i’m just tryin to be a better person
same me but a better version
i’m the one who i’m stuck with
it’s just so fun to say fuck it
i know i’m not a robot but what if i was a puppet
IT’S HARD TO SAY NO EVERYWHERE I GO
SO I GUESS IT’S MY FAULT x2
sometimes i just wanna lay low
why is it so hard for me to say no
it’s not craziness
i’m just a little bit too spontaneous
a maniac but i was tame at twelve
i can’t blame the city so i blame myself
i’m allowed to be proud and ashamed as well
there’s two sides to the story that i came to tell
IT’S HARD TO SAY NO EVERYWHERE I GO
SO I GUESS IT’S MY FAULT ....
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