Drew Sarich - New York | Текст песни

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• Drew Sarich
• New York

Could you spot me 65 cents?
I’ve gone through all my pockets, and this cocksucker barman’s gonna end me for the price of my Whiskey and Coke.

New York City, she’s no fucking joke
New York City, she’s no fucking joke

See, I sexed up my resume, and learned every song one could want…
But I still ain’t the type.
Couple pounds overweight and too plain for the boys who make heroes outta lookers like you
New York City’s too good to be true…
But oh! Ask back in Kansas! You find the consensus is, I’ve hit the top here! And though I appear broke and restless, I’m young and I’m reckless enought to not know where to stop…

See? My lady, she’s pretty. She talks like a dream! The epitome of guilty persuasion. She said, I can’t home till you finally roll up your sleeves, and make good words I spoke.

New York City, she’s no fucking joke

I can see you’re unconfortable..
You stare at the beer you’ve been drinking, and wish you were gone.
Shit, like at Hooters’ you’d be free from the losers like me
Plugging strangers for kind words and smoke
New York City, she’s no fucking joke
Oh, we break free from Kansas.
With hard-ons for the countless brass rings on each block here
And though this bitch will beat you sensless.

I’m destine to win this, and fly…
Just for right now…I’m stuck…
So what’s the word on those 65 cents?

Shit, it’s no sweat, my friend…
There’s a smile at the end of the bar, saying “Payday’s the day!”

In New York City, there’s always a way!

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