Bushwick Boys, East Village Girls

I get by with the help of my wit
It's worked thus far by the looks of it
To hide in plain sight, i fear i've lost my touch
To be quite honest, you're not missing much

Bushwick boys, east village girls
Cross the bridge, they wouldn't dream of it
Rebels and runway queens
Dancing on shattered dreams

Time to kill and an aim to please
I drown my sorrows with relative ease
Smiling, beguiling
They don't care that i'm lying
A different scene, it's the same routine

Bushwick boys, east village girls
Spurn the city yet hate the town
Showtime and halfway crooks
Together, alone out here



Credits
Writer(s): Benedetto Socci, Vladimir Vatel
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