2 Ugly 4 NY - Kyle Craft

I’m too ugly for New York

I got chained to trouble here

Yeah, I’m too cheap to buy time

I got a car that don’t go nowhere

Don’t wanna see Death strum for cash downtown

Or the look on his face when the change hits the case on the ground

And I can’t find a bucket to kick when I need one

Sometimes, it feels like the last day of sun

Feels like the last day of sun

I’m too honest to come clean

And you’re too jaded to see me through

You know, you don’t have to be so mean

I got a knack for complainin' too

See, you and me

We’re suckers in a vampire town

With deadbeat eyes and not enough blood to go 'round

And I can’t find a bucket to kick when I need one

Sometimes, it feels like the last day of sun

Feels like the last day of sun

Feels like the last day of sun

Feels like the last day of sun

Feels like the last day of sun

Feels like the last day