I remember how to make a quick hundred bucks Sleeping in the back of a pickup truck I remember looking up the barrel of a loaded gun Texas cops and cooking drugs
But look at us in new york city, everybody's listening to me Here we are in new york city, rock 'n roll in new york city Alright
I remember begging my best friend for my life He cut me and his wife with a pocket knife I remember getting picked up for a petty crime And getting locked up for holding a dime
But look at us in new york city, everybody's listening to me Here we are in new york city, rock 'n roll in new york city
