Handout Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Fifteen thousand crushed little dreams
New York has been so mean to Steve
He don't think he's lucky anymore
Fifteen pounds gone, another week
While a New York has-been takes time to grieve
I don't think I'm hungry anymore
Hands down
Fraternizing with the wrong crowd
Advertising with your tongue out
Troma subway, can't even breathe
I'm a New York has-been, so time to leave
Hands down
Fraternizing with the wrong crowd
Advertising with your tongue out
Fraternizing with the wrong crowd
Advertising with your tongue out
Fifteen thousand hot little dreams
New York has been so mean to Steve
He don't think he's lucky
Hands down
Fraternizing with the wrong crowd
Glaring at me with your hand out
But that's New York, baby