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