In the backseat
In New York, in the fall, in a taxi
You would look to your left and you asked me
Is it possible to be happy?
Through the chaos and the bruises you get on the way down
And I think I'm addicted to pain now
Touched down in Newark, she's ready to act up
Hits the baggage claim picture, two or more bags up
Heard about a party, so should we hit that up?
Text to the plug, can I pick two bags up?
He said ETA, she said 45 'cause the Holland Tunnel's backed up
Hits the ATM first to go and pick cash up
Fast forward later on, this line's getting racked up
Pulled up to the box around two in the morning
Two drinks in, she said did you sneak the blow in?
Grabbed her by the hand and I walked her to the bathroom
'Cause they don't care here, they gon' let us both go and
Tipped the bathroom, attendant a C note
Tonight's been the opposite of mellow
Hour later asked, should we head to the hotel though
Walked out in the cold and we hopped in a yellow
In the backseat
In New York, in the fall, in a taxi
You would look to your left and you asked me
Is it possible to be happy?
Through the chaos and the bruises you get on the way down
And I think I'm addicted to pain now
East Village, L-E-S
The way she holds a cigarette can tell she's stressed
Corner of a dive bar, tight black dress
Stashes her blow in her bra by her breasts
She asks what's next
If you wanna f*ck, well just tell me yes
Am I a shit show? Yes, but you the type of girl to call Diplo
West so, who you pointing fingers at? Going tip or tat?
Clubs closed, now you asking where the afters at?
Where the drugs and the rappers and the actors at?
Every night, same story, going back to that
It all falls down
Tell me you love me, I love how I sound
But the city's so loud that our voices get drowned
I can't hear you right now
In the backseat
In New York, in the fall, in a taxi
You would look to your left and you asked me
Is it possible to be happy?
Through the chaos and the bruises you get on the way down
And I think I'm addicted to pain now
But no matter where you run to, you can't hide from it
From the East Coast to the West Coast
Honey, pick any corner of the goddamn world
I'm sorry to tell you, there's a freak show everywhere
And it'll find you
Backseat Video (MV)
Performed By: G-Eazy
Language: English
Length: 3:25
Written by: Gerald Gillum, Chaim Mordechai Aizik Hodakov, Kristian Hossy, Lasse Qvist, Skizzy Mars
G-Eazy - Backseat Lyrics
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In the backseat
In New York, in the fall, in a taxi
You would look to your left and you asked me
Is it possible to be happy?
Through the chaos and the bruises you get on the way down
And I think I'm addicted to pain now
Touched down in Newark, she's ready to act up
Hits the baggage claim picture, two or more bags up
Heard about a party, so should we hit that up?
Text to the plug, can I pick two bags up?
He said ETA, she said 45 'cause the Holland Tunnel's backed up
Hits the ATM first to go and pick cash up
Fast forward later on, this line's getting racked up
Pulled up to the box around two in the morning
Two drinks in, she said did you sneak the blow in?
Grabbed her by the hand and I walked her to the bathroom
'Cause they don't care here, they gon' let us both go and
Tipped the bathroom, attendant a C note
Tonight's been the opposite of mellow
Hour later asked, should we head to the hotel though
Walked out in the cold and we hopped in a yellow
In the backseat
In New York, in the fall, in a taxi
You would look to your left and you asked me
Is it possible to be happy?
Through the chaos and the bruises you get on the way down
And I think I'm addicted to pain now
East Village, L-E-S
The way she holds a cigarette can tell she's stressed
Corner of a dive bar, tight black dress
Stashes her blow in her bra by her breasts
She asks what's next
If you wanna f*ck, well just tell me yes
Am I a shit show? Yes, but you the type of girl to call Diplo
West so, who you pointing fingers at? Going tip or tat?
Clubs closed, now you asking where the afters at?
Where the drugs and the rappers and the actors at?
Every night, same story, going back to that
It all falls down
Tell me you love me, I love how I sound
But the city's so loud that our voices get drowned
I can't hear you right now
In the backseat
In New York, in the fall, in a taxi
You would look to your left and you asked me
Is it possible to be happy?
Through the chaos and the bruises you get on the way down
And I think I'm addicted to pain now
But no matter where you run to, you can't hide from it
From the East Coast to the West Coast
Honey, pick any corner of the goddamn world
I'm sorry to tell you, there's a freak show everywhere
And it'll find you
In New York, in the fall, in a taxi
You would look to your left and you asked me
Is it possible to be happy?
Through the chaos and the bruises you get on the way down
And I think I'm addicted to pain now
Touched down in Newark, she's ready to act up
Hits the baggage claim picture, two or more bags up
Heard about a party, so should we hit that up?
Text to the plug, can I pick two bags up?
He said ETA, she said 45 'cause the Holland Tunnel's backed up
Hits the ATM first to go and pick cash up
Fast forward later on, this line's getting racked up
Pulled up to the box around two in the morning
Two drinks in, she said did you sneak the blow in?
Grabbed her by the hand and I walked her to the bathroom
'Cause they don't care here, they gon' let us both go and
Tipped the bathroom, attendant a C note
Tonight's been the opposite of mellow
Hour later asked, should we head to the hotel though
Walked out in the cold and we hopped in a yellow
In the backseat
In New York, in the fall, in a taxi
You would look to your left and you asked me
Is it possible to be happy?
Through the chaos and the bruises you get on the way down
And I think I'm addicted to pain now
East Village, L-E-S
The way she holds a cigarette can tell she's stressed
Corner of a dive bar, tight black dress
Stashes her blow in her bra by her breasts
She asks what's next
If you wanna f*ck, well just tell me yes
Am I a shit show? Yes, but you the type of girl to call Diplo
West so, who you pointing fingers at? Going tip or tat?
Clubs closed, now you asking where the afters at?
Where the drugs and the rappers and the actors at?
Every night, same story, going back to that
It all falls down
Tell me you love me, I love how I sound
But the city's so loud that our voices get drowned
I can't hear you right now
In the backseat
In New York, in the fall, in a taxi
You would look to your left and you asked me
Is it possible to be happy?
Through the chaos and the bruises you get on the way down
And I think I'm addicted to pain now
But no matter where you run to, you can't hide from it
From the East Coast to the West Coast
Honey, pick any corner of the goddamn world
I'm sorry to tell you, there's a freak show everywhere
And it'll find you
Writer: Gerald Gillum, Chaim Mordechai Aizik Hodakov, Kristian Hossy, Lasse Qvist, Skizzy Mars
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC