[Verse 1: Cold Hart & Rawska]
40 ounce, ayy, blergh
I'm waking up but it's not the morning
City boy, I'll take you exploring
Let's go, let's meet in Manhattan
Making out with you, just imagine
Getting lit with me like "what happened?"
40 ounce, I think she love madness
Grabbing on your ass in the alley
40 ounce, now she thinking about me

[Chorus: Cold Hart & Rawska]
I think I love the chaos and misery
Cracks up in my heart like the concrete
Hanging out with you in the backstreets
Will you leave with my bottles empty?
I think I love the chaos and misery
Cracks up in my heart like the concrete
Hanging out with you in the backstreets
Will you leave with my bottles empty?
I think I love the chaos and misery
Cracks up in my heart like the concrete
Hanging out with you in the backstreets
Will you leave with my bottles empty?
I think I love the chaos and misery
Cracks up in my heart like the concrete
Hanging out with you in the backstreets
Will you leave with my bottles empty?