Same old city
With the same old graffiti
all shouting old things that you don’t like
Same old hustler on a red bike
tryna holler at you
when you’re still in your pajamas
just tryna grab a soda
at the bodega on the corner
Yeah I get that it’s a grind

I know you’re tired of the same old things
I know you’re tired of the same old ways
But everything’s about to change

On the same old street
With the same dark dust on the same tired feet
With the brand new stores
that nobody can afford
Bar on the corner takes the prices all up
Drink a 20 dollar margarita from a paper cup
And something’s not right
Cause nobody seems to mind