Cocktails

Broke, dough, dope, the line is choked Smoked the last dollar to her name Are you buying, are you selling, girl? Tompkins Square, never change And if I really wanna know What it means for her to be free She's mixing cocktails In a squat down Avenue C The parasitic cling on the most [?] things Don't give her a fight Ditches come in shadows so I know There won't be no fucking rainbow in sight And they deny allegations so strenuously Man, don't get outta control She was left wrestling in her silent anger So hell, I can't be there for her I ain't looking for answers I don't want nothing for free And I sure don't want your respect I just wanna know who's talking to me I just wanna know who's talking to me I know she's jacking, homegirl's macking Trepidation, am I in love? So she fixes them, to confuse them That I know that [?] [?] It's unstoppable for you and me She won't relinquish herself to you And I sense an emergency She can cry, she can hide in the lower east side There's a road in the fast lane cursed Above all the infamous Wicked circus of the fools And if I really wanna know How the pernicious stay on top They don't break, no, they don't fake They need no wake, they don't stop And I ain't looking for answers I don't want nothing for free And I sure don't want your respect I just wanna know who's talking to me I just wanna know who's talking to me I just wanna know who's talking to me I just wanna know who's talking to me