Lyrics
Jersey swervin' like a bad friend
Flew through the tollbooth, never see him again
East River's chalked full of made men
Concrete shoes, not swimming, not walking
It's on and on and on and on, it's gone
From Manhattan to East Babylon
You got them talkin', walkin' white boy blues
You're just a tool that's never gonna get used
No hipsters, no spinsters, nobody's looking back
All his babies snortin' coke while your older brother's smokin' crack
Check my blind side on the HighLine
Lookin' out on the West Side Highway
I seen an old man out the subway, drop-dead like a poor drawn anime
On and on and on and on, it's gone
From Gowanus to Staten Island
You got them textin', sextin', actin' first world blues
You're just a tool that's never gonna get used
I was talkin' crazy down at Old Navy
I was feelin' despondent at Hot Topic
Cuttin' myself in the bathroom with the Gap
With the ripped snap back, Tucker Carlson hat
Banana Republic, uh, you'll learn to love it
Reaganomics was my favorite subject
Yeah, algebra was great, always made me feel safe
But comparative religions, I could never get an A-plus
Plus
It goes on and on and on and on, it's gone
From Fair Acres to Iksar Burn
You got them trust fund, top-off rich kid blues
You're just a tool that's never gonna get used
Goddamn, she's never gonna be (ooh)
She sent my report card in the mail
A-plus (What?)
A-plus
Flew through the tollbooth, never see him again
East River's chalked full of made men
Concrete shoes, not swimming, not walking
It's on and on and on and on, it's gone
From Manhattan to East Babylon
You got them talkin', walkin' white boy blues
You're just a tool that's never gonna get used
No hipsters, no spinsters, nobody's looking back
All his babies snortin' coke while your older brother's smokin' crack
Check my blind side on the HighLine
Lookin' out on the West Side Highway
I seen an old man out the subway, drop-dead like a poor drawn anime
On and on and on and on, it's gone
From Gowanus to Staten Island
You got them textin', sextin', actin' first world blues
You're just a tool that's never gonna get used
I was talkin' crazy down at Old Navy
I was feelin' despondent at Hot Topic
Cuttin' myself in the bathroom with the Gap
With the ripped snap back, Tucker Carlson hat
Banana Republic, uh, you'll learn to love it
Reaganomics was my favorite subject
Yeah, algebra was great, always made me feel safe
But comparative religions, I could never get an A-plus
Plus
It goes on and on and on and on, it's gone
From Fair Acres to Iksar Burn
You got them trust fund, top-off rich kid blues
You're just a tool that's never gonna get used
Goddamn, she's never gonna be (ooh)
She sent my report card in the mail
A-plus (What?)
A-plus