Backseat

[Intro] La-da-di-da-da La-da Uh [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 rackеd up Pulled up to the box around 2 in the morning Two drinks in, shе 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 [Chorus] 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 [Post-Chorus] La-la-da-di-da-da La-da Yeah, uh [Verse 2] 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 the type of girl to call Diplo "Wes" So who you pointing fingers at? Going tit for tat 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 Uh, it all falls down Tell me you love me, I love how it sound But the city's so loud that our voices get drowned I can't hear you right now [Chorus] 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 [Post-Chorus] La-la-da-di-da-da La-da [Outro] 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