This City Is Killing Me

(альбом: Ceschi / Pat The Bunny - 2016)

[Pat:]
Na [*laughs*]
Alright, motherfucker!

Na, na, na, na
Na na na
Na, na na na
Na, na, na, na
Na na na

Termites are eating my home, and squirrels laugh at me through the walls
I hate to admit it, but most days I wake up and follow the laws
I used to dream my beliefs would lead me onto barricades with molotovs
But mostly they lead me straight to a line at the post office to send zines to someone behind bars

[Ceschi:]
Na, na, na, na
Na na na
Na, na na na
Na, na, na, na
Na na na

This city is killing me
Pretty sure New Haven PD wants all of my friends to go down
I walk down to Whaley and think of my fellow felons sleeping on overcrowded room grounds
My girlfriend can't handle the life that I lead
So I wander around this country
Sleep on couches, play shows for twenty kids
Hoping they'll house me
Sorry, I'm allergic to cats!

[Pat:]
Na, na, na, na
Na na na
Na, na na na
Na, na, na, na
Na na na

Some just talk a good game I can't even do that
Some just want to look cool I don't even wear black
Some just want an excuse for crime and destruction
I'm too afraid to shoplift, because last time I got busted and

[Ceschi:]
I can promise you this, Officer Smith:
You don't need to piss-test me or re-arrest me
I'm just playing these shows, I'm a law-abiding citizen
Please give me my license back. I no longer sell crack
I'm just 33, rapping, broke, trying my hardest to cope on the road
Almost all of my homies know that

[Pat & Ceschi:]
Na, na, na, na
Na na na
Na, na na na
Na, na, na, na
Na na na
Na, na na na
Na, na, na, na
Na na na
Na, na na na
Na, na, na, na
Na na na
Na na, na na na