Nobody Picks A Fist Fight In New York City Lyrics

Back down from the doorway of destiny tonight
Cause dare you rest that head feeling anything but your 4 white walls
tonight

To you, something too good means something to prove
Something too good means something to prove

Your educator was uneducated
He taught you to pass up a good thing
Your educator was uneducated
He taught you to pass up a good thing
And run away

I can’t breathe for what you can’t see but somehow to you this all
tasted way too strong
Cause you chewed me up and spit me out with only humiliation to call my own

To you, something too good means something to prove
Something too good means something to prove

Your educator was uneducated
He taught you to pass up a good thing
Your educator was uneducated
He taught you to pass up a good thing
And run away

Your educator was uneducated
He taught you to pass up a good thing
Your educator was uneducated
He taught you to pass up a good thing
And run away

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