Cold Chillin' Cold Chillin'
Jeff Rosenstock
Cold face, cold legs
Walk three blocks and pay two bucks
One bold sign
Interference on the line
Waiting twenty minutes time every time
Transfer at Bedford
Twenty more Manhattan bound
Ten billion kids
I am happy with my flaws
I am happier when no one is around
And everybody looks around
To blame our Brooklyn burning down
On white kids, hipsters, students
But we act like we're not one of them
It's easy. Just use your eyes
To judge and go back to your powder drugs
But I'm no better
Smile while pushing through the crowd
A round for friends
Find a corner at the bar
Aberrations in a real confusing town