Backseat
La-da-di-da-da
La-da
Uh
In the backseat, in New York, in the fall, in a taxi
You had looked to your left and you asked me
"Is it possible to be happy?" (yeah, uh)
Through the chaos and the bruises you get on the way down
And I think I'm addicted to pain now
La-la-da-di-da-da
Yeah, touched down in Newark, she's ready to act up
Hits the baggage claim, picks her two Rimowa bags up
Heard about a party, said, "Should we hit that up?"
Text to the plug, "can I pick two bags up?"
Uh, he said, "ETA?"
She said, "Forty-five 'cause the Holland Tunnel's backed up"
Hits the ATM first to go and pick cash up
Fast-forward later on, there's lines getting racked up
Pulled up to the box around two in the morning
Two drinks in, she said, "did you sneak the blow in?"
Grabbed her by the hand and I walked her to the bathroom
'Cause they don't care here, they gon' let us both go in
Tipped the bathroom attendant 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
You had looked to your left and you asked me
"Is it possible to be happy?" (yeah, uh)
Through the chaos and the bruises you get on the way down
And I think I'm addicted to pain now
La-la-da-di-da-da
La-la-da-di-da-da
La-da
Yeah, uh
East Village, L-E-S
The way she holds a cigarette, can tell she's stressed
Corner of a dive bar, tight black dress
Stashes her blow in her bra by her breasts
Uh, she asks, "what's next?"
If you wanna fuck, well just tell me "yes"
Uh, am I a shit-show? Yes
But you're the type of girl to call Diplo "Wes"
So who you're pointing fingers at? Going tit-for-tat
Clubs closed, now you're asking, "Where the afters at?"
"Where the drugs and the rappers and the actors at?"
Every night, same story, going back to that
Uh, it all falls down
Tell me you love me, I love how it sounds
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 had looked to your left and you asked me
"Is it possible to be happy?" (yeah, uh)
Through the chaos and the bruises you get on the way down
And I think I'm addicted to pain now
La-la-da-di-da-da
La-la-da-di-da-da
La-da
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
La-da
Uh
In the backseat, in New York, in the fall, in a taxi
You had looked to your left and you asked me
"Is it possible to be happy?" (yeah, uh)
Through the chaos and the bruises you get on the way down
And I think I'm addicted to pain now
La-la-da-di-da-da
Yeah, touched down in Newark, she's ready to act up
Hits the baggage claim, picks her two Rimowa bags up
Heard about a party, said, "Should we hit that up?"
Text to the plug, "can I pick two bags up?"
Uh, he said, "ETA?"
She said, "Forty-five 'cause the Holland Tunnel's backed up"
Hits the ATM first to go and pick cash up
Fast-forward later on, there's lines getting racked up
Pulled up to the box around two in the morning
Two drinks in, she said, "did you sneak the blow in?"
Grabbed her by the hand and I walked her to the bathroom
'Cause they don't care here, they gon' let us both go in
Tipped the bathroom attendant 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
You had looked to your left and you asked me
"Is it possible to be happy?" (yeah, uh)
Through the chaos and the bruises you get on the way down
And I think I'm addicted to pain now
La-la-da-di-da-da
La-la-da-di-da-da
La-da
Yeah, uh
East Village, L-E-S
The way she holds a cigarette, can tell she's stressed
Corner of a dive bar, tight black dress
Stashes her blow in her bra by her breasts
Uh, she asks, "what's next?"
If you wanna fuck, well just tell me "yes"
Uh, am I a shit-show? Yes
But you're the type of girl to call Diplo "Wes"
So who you're pointing fingers at? Going tit-for-tat
Clubs closed, now you're asking, "Where the afters at?"
"Where the drugs and the rappers and the actors at?"
Every night, same story, going back to that
Uh, it all falls down
Tell me you love me, I love how it sounds
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 had looked to your left and you asked me
"Is it possible to be happy?" (yeah, uh)
Through the chaos and the bruises you get on the way down
And I think I'm addicted to pain now
La-la-da-di-da-da
La-la-da-di-da-da
La-da
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
Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Gillum, Myles Mills, Lasse Qvist, Kristian Karl Langberg Hossy, Chaim Mordechai Aizik Hodakov
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