Astronautalis - No New York lyrics

[Intro x2: Ceschi (Astronautalis)] Poor big baby You poor sad f**ing baby Poor poor poor poor (cry me a river) Clichés are changing Now there's nothing kitsch about you You're just a leather face with a hard co*k Blowing lines in a punk club bathroom Dreaming of 1966 b**hes The way they flocked to your dick and riches Like a pack of dogs in a fried chicken kitchen Now they're moms and leaders Gone with the wind And you're just gonorrhea A fraud and a peon That never went beyond Your own ego When the g's turn to c-notes You can just sit and wait for the lesser of 6 million evils [Hook x2: Ceschi] This is not New York This is not a sold out crowd I am not a water boy I am not your conscience [Ceschi] Good Grizzly God Tell me this is not what I'll become Because i can barely stand the backstage stench of cum That's dried on tagged couches And if I see another co*k and balls drawn on this green room wall then i might quit We slept in cold sweat across the Midwest Playing metal shows for drunken who*es in clown suits who couldn't care less Lost girlfriends and jobs All for the love of a song All for the 15 minute moment of glory that's now gone Paid with fried cheese and bad beer, and I don't drink beer We grew beards in those European vans Where fruit flies fluttered on farm fresh pears And dead deer diaries began (peace to 2mex) So wrap yourself in the skin of frozen bison To protect that pretty face from the ice wind We try to win but we're just humans with vices and sins And time is spread thin Like birthday cake icing I tried to tell you backstage But the women got in the way And the d** had already hit your brain I wanted to tell you backstage [cough cough] I tried to tell you backstage But the women got in the way And the d** had already hit your brain When they reminisce over you And speak as if your life is through It just might be true (Pete Rock and CL Smooth) [Hook] [Outro Astronautalis:] I tried to tell you in the van but I couldn't focus on anything cause you were shaking hands Tried to tell backstage Tried to tell you in the van I tried to tell you in the hotel room but it's tough to talk when everybody's around Couldn't remember the words to those songs and everything that I was thinking would just come out wrong