Rome Watsky (Ft. Camila Recchio)

[Verse 1]
Ice Age or a heat wave
Earthquake or a plague
Terrorism or class warfare
Or the end of days
I asked mama, but she didn’t know
Dad just shook his head
Put a couple ice cubes in his whiskey, sipped it, and went to bed
Can I just pray to God
To give me those Vegas odds
I ask on behalf of a friend
Should I buy my folks a round
Or dig my cash in the ground
I’m starting to think it’s the end

[Hook]
I know, I know we’ll live for a thousand years
What’s in your crystal ball
Tell me, tell me oh where do we go from here
Rome is too big to fall

[Verse 2]
Other night I was riding on a C train
Packed car, bad mood, when this peabrain
Drunk-ass slicked back hair, having, leather-jacket wearing ass Roger Klotz type o' grease stain
Dude stumbles through the train mad rude shoving a finger in our grills with this attitude
Yelling "fuck you, fuck you, fuck every one of you
Yeah, yeah that means fuck you too"
So when the train pulls in the next station
This one big ass hardcore bouncer kinda Teamster kinda Paul Bunyon kinda motherfucker shoves a fool out the car door
Throws a haymaker, hits him in the chin
The whole train cheers the win
We’re all high-fiving, feeling excellent
Having extra fun like we’re next of kin
Save all your Kumbayas
Don’t take this shit too far
You don’t make no friends on no New York subway car
How come when we gotta come together
We wait until we got someone that we can all come together to hate
And then for like the hottest minute we set our shit aside and relate?
And then forget again