Billy Snacks by Foley (New York) Lyrics

I can't complain
You should do the same
Life's gone my way
Up to today

But I got my hand balled in a fist
I'm probably on a couple government watchlists
But that's alright, baby that's OK
They'll let me fly
Fly my way
Ain't got gremlins on my wings
Couldn't tell you why that caged bird sings
Cause I'm young, baby yeah I'm free
Maximizing all my ecstasy

I'm taking slack
On a one way track (Jack)
I've had a few
Now baby, I'm not coming back

Cause now I'm cruising down the road
The drunken king of my suburbian post code
Swerving in a crooked line
Driving by every graffitified stop sign
Says "don't stop till you get enough
And don't ever let 'em call your bluff"
I don't give a fuck what anyone says
Cause nobody checks up on my checks and balances
I've burnt up this side of town
It's my fuel, baby I'm just fucking around
I'm your sinner, you're my sin
But don't tell your sister I've been taking her Ritalin
Cause I'm young baby, yeah I'm free
Expediting all the entropy