Tim Fite - No Good Here lyrics

You've been thinking; I've been bored. Self-indulgent, self-destroyed. But I've been busy, baby, I keep busy Quittin' every job in New York City. Little mama, what you done? You've been smokin' marijuan'. But I keep busy, baby, I keep busy Kickin' every can in New York City. Your money's no good here. Your money's no good here. No, so leave me alone. Without your dollar, what I got now? Nothin', f** it. I'll fight for air. You'all gonna be all tack-tack-tack-tack. Take your cognac back, back, back, back. Talkin' 'bout, check out the loser, but I suppose a life of f** yous is all that I'm used to round here (around here) round here (around here) round here (around here) round here (I ain't f**in' around). Your money's no good here. Your money's no good here. Your money's no good here. Your money's no good. You've been thinking; I've been bored. Self-indulgent, self-destroyed. But I've been busy, baby, I keep busy Breakin' every law in New York City. But I've been busy, baby, I keep busy Breakin' every heart in New York. Your money's no good here. Your money's no good here. Your money's no good. Your money's no good. Your money's no good. Your money's no good. Your money's no good. Your money's no good. Your money's your money's, your money money's no good. Your money's no good. Your money's no good. Your money's your money, I said your money money money's. Your money's no good here. Your money's no good here. Your money's no good here. Your money's no good here. No good, no good, no good, no good...