I've waited all year for my sunshine to appear And now I know someday I'll come back home to you. For now I'll run. Rusty, antique letters in a shoebox
cussin' and bustin' the shit You keep beggin' and I'ma give it to ya you bitch In your face, your back, your chest, neck and lungs You want war, you
too swift, Jo Let me out, I'm gonna walk from here on Here's four bucks, you drive like a moron Lost in the apple and I'm all alone 'Cause New York's not my home
you know our repertoire, we party y'all We treat every day like it's fuckin Mardi Gras (y'know) Y'all done started somethin you just can't finish Ten
too swift, jo' Let me out, I'm gonna walk from here on Heres four bucks you drive like a moron Lost in the apple and I'm all alone Cause New York's Not My Home
little too swift, jo' Let me out, I'm gonna walk from here on Heres four bucks you drive like a moron Lost in the apple and I'm all alone Cause New York's Not My Home
