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Broke, no dope, the line is choked, smoked the last dollar to her name
Are you buying, are you selling girl? Tompkins square never changed
And if I really wanna know what it means for her to be free
Oh she's mixing cocktails in a squat down Avenue C
The parasitic cling on the most littlest things, ah, don't give her a fight
And ditches can be shallow so I know there won't be no fuckin' rainbow in sight
And to deny allegations so strenuously, ah man, don't get outta control
She was wears that bracelet in her silent anger, sorry I can't be there for her
And I ain't looking for answers
I don't want nothing for free
And I sure don't want your respect
I just wanna know who's talking to me
Oh, I just wanna know who's talking to me
I know she's jacked on whore-girls smack, a trepidation am I in love
So she backseats them, oh, and confuse them, or annoy them, your eyes watch your girl
Oh yeah, she regulate, she concentrate, she don't set away, it's unstoppable for you and me
She won't relinquish herself to you unless it's an emergency
Yeah, she can cry, she can hide in the lower east side, been so low in the fast lane curse
Above all the infamous, wicked circus of the fools
And if I really want to know how the pernicious stay on top
Oh, they don't break, no they don't bake, there'll be no wake, they don't stop
I ain't looking for answers
I don't want nothing for free
I sure don't want your respect
I just wanna know who's talking to me
Yeah, I just wanna know who's talking to me
Oh, I just wanna know
Yeah, I just wanna know who's talking to me
