WeStanDani

We can pretend if you want to, like
          We in love and started dating at your 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
          Every time we see each other, I'm takin' you home
          Our relationship has gotten Sylvester Stallone
          Yellow 911 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
          Analing anyone is the plan for the evening
          I'm kidding, stop
          Girl crying on Ludlow
          She still look good though
          Love is East Side, 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 let it ruminate
          City never sleeps, so I guess I'm never slept on
          Did everything I could, then I kept going

A New York nine's an everywhere else six
          Time-wise, 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 fuck and 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
          They cross-fadin' off of Nanos
          Ugh, on that hipster shit (shit)
          And you's a hipster, bitch (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
          Can I have this dance?

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