THERE’S My Bailout!

Ever since my cell phone, I never have a pen
And I don't speak in English, I speak in predictive text
Ever since we got our cable, I never have anything to do

Ever since our drop off service, I never read a book
There's always something else around, plus I owe the library nineteen bucks

Tomorrow I'm gonna' ride my bike from the Bronx to Dyker Heights
Leave East Tremont when it's bright
Won't get home 'til late at night
Yeah, that's when I'll fix my bike
That's when I'll fix my bike

Everything is magic 'til you can't afford the cost
'Til you ain't got eight-hundred bucks to pay the rent
Until you don't have twenty bucks
Everything is magic 'til you can't afford the cost
'Til you ain't got eight-hundred bucks to pay the rent
Until you don't have twenty bucks

All the perks are priceless 'til you can't afford the costs
'til you ain't got eight-hundred bucks to pay the rent
Until you ain't got twenty bucks to have a couple beers
Or ten dollars for every meal
Or $2.50 to ride each way
While they're cutting service on the subway

But the nineteenth floor went up today
Penthouse and a fire escape
I sat in grass two blocks away
I watched the boats and counted planes
When so much shit crowds up your day
It's hard to enjoy anything
Another floor went up today
And tomorrow they'll be taking my park away

I wanna' kiss you on that crane!

I wanna' party like I'm death row pardoned
While the freight elevators watch
'cause we'll both live to fight another day!