2 Ugly 4 NY

I’m too ugly for New York
I got chained to trouble here
Yeah, I’m too cheap to buy time
I got a car that don’t go nowhere
Don’t wanna see Death strum for cash downtown
Or the look on his face when the change hits the case on the ground
And I can’t find a bucket to kick when I need one
Sometimes, it feels like the last day of sun
Feels like the last day of sun
I’m too honest to come clean
And you’re too jaded to see me through
You know, you don’t have to be so mean
I got a knack for complainin' too
See, you and me
We’re suckers in a vampire town
With deadbeat eyes and not enough blood to go 'round
And I can’t find a bucket to kick when I need one
Sometimes, it feels like the last day of sun
Feels like the last day of sun
Feels like the last day of sun
Feels like the last day of sun
Feels like the last day of sun
Feels like the last day