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    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

    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

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