paroles de chanson No Good Here - Tim Fite

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 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', fuck 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 fuck 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 fuckin' 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...