Awwwwwwwwwww! Yeah!
Sweaty from the heat baby NYC!
In a park full foreigners
Treading off the beat
Feeling oh so small looking up at these walls
We gave power to kids who can destroy the world
Now they sit in offices
Behind desks in grey
I can not say they’re evil, man
They’re just playing the game
And it’s the game we’ve gotta play
We all make our own path
You’ve gotta do the math
Survival… it’s just for a laugh
Don’t you go wasting it
Oh put it to the test
Get out on your own and try to do your best!
Don’t you go wasting it
Put it to the test
Don’t lеt these motherf#ckеrs get you down!
Ooo we can always take it back
Oh we can always take it
Back to days when we had 8 dollars
Q-tip was on the deck
Brooklyn’s Tuesday night
So little money in my pocket
What to do?
I never went to Uni
Will I ever make it through?
To have music as a goal
Is scary to me
Because every time I look around I think oh my god
I’ve gotta save money
Gotta go back on tour
I’ve gotta hang out with my friends
I gotta be a lover
I’ve gotta help my girlfriend more than anything in the world but
Oh what am I ever gonna do?
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