What We Do

I sit on the sidewalk on some street in New York

With gin and juice, gin and juice

A tattoo on my leg, just another weekday

To kill the blues, kill the blues

We roll up, we roll up, we roll up on you

Got nothing but love, but don't fuck with the crew

To tell you the truth, tell you the truth

This is what we do

Fuck with the high life, fuck with the low lives

That's what we do, that's what we do

Out in the lime light, we can go all night

That's what we do, yeah, that's what we do

That's what we do

That's what we do

That's what we do

We burn up our paychecks on champagne and regrets

Just pour it up, yeah, fill me up

All our friends are pregnant, or so co-dependent

But were sparking up and making love

We roll up, we roll up, we roll up on you

Got nothing but love, but don't fuck with the crew

To tell you the truth, tell you the truth

This is what we do

Fuck with the high life, fuck with the low lives

That's what we do, that's what we do

Out in the lime light, we can go all night

That's what we do, yeah, that's what we do

That's what we do

That's what we do

That's what we do

Don't fuck with the crew

That's what we do

We roll up on you

That's what we do