I don't want your Wall Street Don't got no degree Written on the concrete A C A B
Could it really tell you What I'm tryin' to find? Everyone's so boring Makes me wanna lose my mind
So call me up tonight If you need somewhere to get out of the line These days I feel like I do nothing right So come with me and we'll go down the line
I'm thinking of you fondly When I'm on the train I really hate your poetry You hate mine the same
So call me up tonight If you need somewhere to get out of the line These days I feel like I do nothing right So come with me and we'll go down the line
