[Verse 1 - Joell On hot days the fire hydrant me cool man Occasionally stole a from the fruit stand in dog poop, no good luck Then I hitch a on the back of an ice cream truck
Yep, that's how I up Had too much to drink on my birthday and up The Yankees against the Indians, it's two up My TV too fuzzy, I can't tell who up Let my laces drag, too lazy to tie my up The is all chewed up, wish I had the new Chucks The elevator like a sauna Reeked of old urine, and marijuana I woke up one mornin', and to the corner See them candles, my boy is a coroner Comin' up in NY was just ill, but I look and, I guess that's made me real
[Chorus - I grew up in an apartment on the Side Taught to never right, always residin' on the outside I was made to grow up and be So I'm tryin' my best to shameless Can't this, change of season I'm sick to my stomach for no But I guess that's, part of the I guess that's makes me real
(Da da da da da da da) (X2)
2 - Samuel] Woken up to car Coffee shops and salons I take a ride on the subway on my downtown Coney Island I was to ride The Cyclone Blackouts fade into lemonade And late serenades
[Verse 3 - through the park at dawn New York Times and bars I take a on the subway when my bicycle breaks down Nothin' ever Just the same old faces The days are so we hold on the feelin' just won't last
Late nights, mornings Smokin' in Coney Island The burnin' lights, golden summers Throwin' empty bottles off the In the rain and