La-la-da-di-da-da

La-da

Uh

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

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 racked up

Pulled up to the box around 2 in the morning

Two drinks in, she 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

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

La-la-da-di-da-da

La-da

Yeah, uh

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 ****, well, just tell me "yes"

Uh, am I a ****-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

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

La-la-da-di-da-da

La-da

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