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New York City
My itchy month of May
Time has passed for Ms.
Decay on

I don't go down
I don't go down
I don't wanna go like she did

And I understand why
Something gotta die
we miss it

Mumbled through Pigeon Park
And Hastings is wasting
they seem to sin
Buy, or trade for amens

I just wanna feel
I just wanna feel
I just don't feel like they feel

body for sound
Trade my coat for a
Now way up in my
You know I you just a little bit more

Raisin' down to chin
Smoke smoke they all trickle in
Anythin', for
And endin' up with

Simple pimpled man
all over his hands
He's sleepin', not so

mop the floors for you all
I'm a fly on the
big and listenin'

Burned a hand of a friend of
And now Bub I
you could fly a mile high
You told me ever gonna come between

And ever gonna come between
Nothing's ever come between
My truck and me