Niko Jamming in the streets with filter

Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard

Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt

You say, "Why did you do it with him today?"

And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray

'Cause you're my fella, my guy

Hand me your Stella and fly

By the time I'm out the door

You tear me down like Roger Moore

I cheated myself

Like I knew I would

I told ya I was troubled

You know that I'm no good

Done