[Hook] Baby, you're the baddest Baby, you're the baddest girl and uh Nobody else matters Nobody else matters girl and uh We're kissing in the bathroom We're kissing in the bathroom girl and uh I hope nobody catch us But I kinda hope they catch us
Anyway A New York nine's an everywhere-else six Timewise, the opposite goes for chicks I'm in a taxi, texting with my best friend He's sleeping with this girl that he met up on West End He's lucky, she's a career woman, no kids Most girls see the clothes and try and gold dig Most hoes poke holes in Trojans Most people don't fuckin' hit the lotto but my folks did I'm a mess That don't rhyme with shit, it's just true Don't bring your girlfriend here, it's just you When I'm depressed you're someone I run to But, I guess meet me at Pianos And cross-fadin' off of Nanos Ugh, on that hipster shit And you's a hipster, bitch Yo, but not in the lame way Like, you ain't livin' out in Bk Like, you ain't workin' on a screenplay Like, your baby daddy ain't a Dj Like, she listenin' to old Freeway Cause everybody listens to Biggie, but she different Right, that's why your friends need wristbands? Fuck you And can I have this dance?
We could pretend if you want to, like We in love and started datin' after art school Cause either way we both lyin' more than half of the time Except for when I'm home workin' on your graphic design Everytime we see each other I'm takin' you home Our relationship has gotten Sylvester Stalone Yellow 9/11 Persian girl in the back car But me writin' a verse the only way they buyin' a bar White boys used to trip and send me over a gin But they busy showin' off each other Indian friend She got ironic tattoos on her back That ain't ironic bitch, I love Rugrats Watchin' lames handle they fame They bang any broad with bangs In a band with an animal name Hannibal came drinkin' a handle of Jameson Anallin' anyone is the plan for the evening I'm kidding, stop Girl cryin' on Ludlow She still look good though Love is Eastside, who are you to hate? Movie ass, not a 10 but a Super 8 You ain't see me at the show, I was super great Hotel penthouse, go on and let it roominate City never sleeps, so I guess I'm never slept on Did everything I could, then I kept goin'
Ooh girl, I wanna know Are you ready to cry, cause I'm no good, no good Ooh girl, I wanna try I'm an awful guy and I'm always away And I'm tryin' to say I'mma piece of shit Believe in this I'm tellin' you Cause we barely knew, what we had I'm not that bad, the fun we had Ooh