We've got a secret that we cannot explain, we're happier than we were yesterday We're so high that our minds, they don't have frames It's New York City in the afternoon, it's twenty bucks if we're in Brooklyn soon But don't tell anyone, let's just keep it to ourselves Well, it's so do or die, just pay that guy And we'll buzz number 302 Well, we did and died and we paid the price Did you make it another night too? What a week on the road with my friends, speed, c**aine, and h**n I'd be lying if I said I'd rather be home People worry too much about the end, I keep it simple, I love and trust my friends But I'd rather be in New York doing h**n again Yeah, I'd rather be in New York doing h**n again I'd rather be in New York doing h**n again