Brooklyn - Fly By Midnight

Cigarette smoke

She’s always high on oregano (hell yeah)

Subway go

To Norway she don’t care

As long as we go

Polaroid queen

For the last few nights you’ve dominated my dreams

Dirty ripped jeans

You couldn’t keep them on when we were 18

And now we’re somewhere in field

Staring at the stars

Then she looks over at me

And says let’s steal a car

And go… to Brooklyn

Now we’re on the road

Lights flashing she been blasting the radio

Taking it slow nah

Fuck that, she’s all about the vertigo

My polaroid queen

Caught stealing nachos from the vending machine (now she’s making a scene)

Can of whip cream

In a birthday suit she’s dressing up for me (the american dream)

And now we’re somewhere in field

Staring at the stars

Then she looks over at me

And says let’s hit the bar

And go… to Brooklyn

If you don’t know

Hands down this chick is the baddest bitch I know, woah

Look at her go

Follow her flow she’s the baddest bitch I know, woah

And now we’re somewhere in a street

Drunk outside the bar

Then she sober as can be

Stole my fucking car

Damn, damn