Lyrics Backseat - G-Eazy
La-da-di-da-da
La-da
Uh
In
the
backseat,
in
New
York,
in
the
fall,
in
a
taxi
You
had
looked
to
your
left
and
you
asked
me
"Is
it
possible
to
be
happy?"
(yeah,
uh)
Through
the
chaos
and
the
bruises
you
get
on
the
way
down
And
I
think
I'm
addicted
to
pain
now
La-la-da-di-da-da
Yeah,
touched
down
in
Newark,
she's
ready
to
act
up
Hits
the
baggage
claim,
picks
her
two
Rimowa
bags
up
Heard
about
a
party,
said,
"Should
we
hit
that
up?"
Text
to
the
plug,
"can
I
pick
two
bags
up?"
Uh,
he
said,
"ETA?"
She
said,
"Forty-five
'cause
the
Holland
Tunnel's
backed
up"
Hits
the
ATM
first
to
go
and
pick
cash
up
Fast-forward
later
on,
there's
lines
getting
racked
up
Pulled
up
to
the
box
around
two
in
the
morning
Two
drinks
in,
she
said,
"did
you
sneak
the
blow
in?"
Grabbed
her
by
the
hand
and
I
walked
her
to
the
bathroom
'Cause
they
don't
care
here,
they
gon'
let
us
both
go
in
Tipped
the
bathroom
attendant
a
C
note
Tonight's
been
the
opposite
of
mellow
Hour
later
asked,
"Should
we
head
to
the
hotel
though?"
Walked
out
in
the
cold,
and
we
hopped
in
a
yellow
In
the
backseat,
in
New
York,
in
the
fall,
in
a
taxi
You
had
looked
to
your
left
and
you
asked
me
"Is
it
possible
to
be
happy?"
(yeah,
uh)
Through
the
chaos
and
the
bruises
you
get
on
the
way
down
And
I
think
I'm
addicted
to
pain
now
La-la-da-di-da-da
La-la-da-di-da-da
La-da
Yeah,
uh
East
Village,
L-E-S
The
way
she
holds
a
cigarette,
can
tell
she's
stressed
Corner
of
a
dive
bar,
tight
black
dress
Stashes
her
blow
in
her
bra
by
her
breasts
Uh,
she
asks,
"what's
next?"
If
you
wanna
fuck,
well
just
tell
me
"yes"
Uh,
am
I
a
shit-show?
Yes
But
you're
the
type
of
girl
to
call
Diplo
"Wes"
So
who
you're
pointing
fingers
at?
Going
tit-for-tat
Clubs
closed,
now
you're
asking,
"Where
the
afters
at?"
"Where
the
drugs
and
the
rappers
and
the
actors
at?"
Every
night,
same
story,
going
back
to
that
Uh,
it
all
falls
down
Tell
me
you
love
me,
I
love
how
it
sounds
But
the
city's
so
loud
that
our
voices
get
drowned
I
can't
hear
you
right
now
In
the
backseat,
in
New
York,
in
the
fall,
in
a
taxi
You
had
looked
to
your
left
and
you
asked
me
"Is
it
possible
to
be
happy?"
(yeah,
uh)
Through
the
chaos
and
the
bruises
you
get
on
the
way
down
And
I
think
I'm
addicted
to
pain
now
La-la-da-di-da-da
La-la-da-di-da-da
La-da
But
no
matter
where
you
run
to
You
can't
hide
from
it
From
the
East
Coast
to
the
West
Coast,
honey
Pick
any
corner
of
the
goddamn
world
I'm
sorry
to
tell
you,
there's
a
freak
show
everywhere
And
it'll
find
you
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