Cold Chillin' Cold Chillin'

Cold face, cold legs Walk three blocks and pay two bucks One bold sign Interference on the line waiting twenty minutes time every time Transfer at Bedford twenty more Manhattan bound ten billion kids I am happy with my flaws I am happier when no one is around And everybody looks around to blame our Brooklyn burning down on white kids, hipsters, students but we act like we're not one of them It's easy. Just use your eyes to judge and go back to your powder drugs But I'm no better Smile while pushing through the crowd "A round for friends." Find a corner at the bar Aberrations in a real confusing town