[Intro: Barry Egan, Dean Trumbell]
(Garden Avenue)
Yeah, you're right
He ain't right, you're a schmuck, look at it!
Sorry

[Chorus: Sewerperson]
In Miami, in New York, I will make time
To be there for you even over state lines
I am up, I can't sleep, it was 3:09
Girl, it's love but my trust for you will take time
I won't die, you were right on the first go
I am numb, I am broken, I am ice cold
You could see it in my flesh in the photos
That you took at the party 'fore I went home

[Verse 1: Sewerperson]
My addictions mold my weak mind
But with these party drugs, I feel right
Dose-induced demons haunting my line of sight
I guess I'll be taking morе to go to sleep tonight
But think back, to when I was laid back
Big 'Woods, big 'Woods, I drank Jack
She was pressеd, hol' up, ho, are you mad?
She had confidence like she had paid half
But you—, but you didn't, though
I guess you just miserable
People fuck their life up, but they'll never say they did it, though
It's always someone else, that I didn't know
She told me she going home, but the snap map says different, oh
Red leaves fall on me in the streetlight
She a snake, so I guess that make me a heat light
When I drink, I tell her I just need some me-time
In this studio, I write until I ugly cry
Seven bands on my coat, it's a garbage bag
Purple jeans with Ferri belt, but still my pants sag
Purple cup full of Wock', it's a good night
Plus my Backwoods was full of home grown limelight
[Chorus: Sewerperson & Leesta]
In Miami, in New York, I will make time
To be there for you even over state lines
I am up, I can't sleep, it was 3:09
Girl, it's love but my trust for you will take time
I won't die, you were right on the first go (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
I am numb, I am broken, I am ice cold (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
You could see it in my flesh in the photos (Yeah, yeah)
That you took at the party 'fore I went home (Woah)

[Verse 2: Leesta]
In New York smokin' spliffs, it had me nauseous
I've been tryna find your lovin' since I lost it
You say I don't make no sense, I made a million off of logic
You say I ain't ballin', but I'm the top prospect
All this ice on my neck, and my bro ridin' with a stick, boy, don't get cross-checked
Ain't nothin' to pop him like a pill, you know we not pressed
My bars Fentanyl, my killers' gon' let it ring out when they get the call
He could act like he solid and still tell
Started stackin' up my chips, and the love starting to feel stale
And I need a mil' still, and my bitches killin' shit too, Leesta Kill Bill
All my bars Fentanyl, you can't get a real pill (Yeah, yeah)
In New York, in Miami, in Toronto
I don't know whether to trust you anymore
Used to fuck with passion, I don't want to touch you anymore
Guess it come down to the fact that I don't love you anymore (Yeah)
In Miami, in New York, feel like I need you the most
In that Wraith, and the doors suicidal, I didn't leave you a note
Suffocating me, girl, I can't even breathe when you close
Still can't believe that I made the mistake of keeping you close
[Chorus: Sewerperson]
In Miami, in New York, I will make time
To be there for you even over state lines
I am up, I can't sleep, it was 3:09
Girl, it's love but my trust for you will take time
I won't die, you were right on the first go
I am numb, I am broken, I am ice cold
You could see it in my flesh in the photos
That you took at the party 'fore I went home