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In the backseat In New York, in the fall, in a taxi You look to your left and you ask Is it possible to be happy? Due to chaos and the bruises you get on the way down And I think I'm addicted to pain now Touched down in Newark, she's ready to act up Hits the baggage claim picture, two or more backs up Heard about a party, so should we hit that up? Text to the plug, can I pick two bags up? He said ETA, she said 45 'cause the Holland Tunnel's backed up Hits the ATM first to go and pick cash up Fast forward later on, this line's getting racked up Pulled up to the box around two in the morning Two drinks in, she said did you sneak the blood? Grabbed her by the hand and I walked her to the bathroom 'Cause they don't care here, they gon' let us both go and Tipped the bathroom, attend in a C note Tonight's been the opposite of mellow Hour later asked, should we head to the hotel though Walked out in the cold and we hopped in a yellow In the backseat In New York, in the fall, in a taxi Letras de cancionesYou look to your left and you ask Is it possible to be happy? Due to chaos and the bruises you get on the way down And I think I'm addicted to pain now East Village, L-E-S The way she holds a cigarette can tell she's stressed Corner of a dive bar, tight black dress Stash is a blow in her bra by her breasts She asks what's next If you wanna fuck, well just tell me yes Am I a shit show? Yes, but you the type of girl to call Diplo West. So, who you pointing fingers at? Going tip or tap? Clubs closed, now you asking where the afters at? Where the drugs and the rappers and the actors at? Every night, same story, going back to that It all falls down Tell me you love me, I love how I sound But the city's so loud that our voices get drowned I can't hear you right now In the backseat In New York, in the fall, in a taxi You look to your left and you ask Is it possible to be happy? Due to chaos and the bruises you get on the way down And I think I'm addicted to pain now But no matter where you run to, you can't hide from it From the East Coast to the West Coast, honey, pick any corner of the goddamn world I'm sorry to tell you, there's a freak show everywhere And it'll find you From Letras Mania