I came to the city

Was armed to the teeth

With ideas and desires

As my only company.

I got the keys to the car

You got the keys to my head

You call it karma, karma

And I call it bad luck instead

(Well)

Is it love, is it love

Or are we just craving attention?

Is it love, is it love

Or do we just want satisfaction?

Is it

Is it.

Cut to paradise garage

There's paint on my hands

Making art for the masses

Outta lines off of your body.

I got the keys to the car

You got the keys to my head

You call it karma, karma

I call it bad luck instead.

Is it love, is it love

Or are we just craving attention?

Is it love, is it love

Or do we just want satisfaction?

Is it

Is it.

Drugs, fame and money

A spotlight on our subway scene

Club 57

The city got the best of me

Drugs, fame and money

A spotlight on our subway scene

Club 57

The city took the best of me.

Is it love, is it love

Or am I just craving attention?

Is it love, is it love

Or do we just want satisfaction?

Is it love (is it love, is it love)

Or are we just craving attention?

Is it love, is it love

Or do we just want satisfaction?

Drugs, fame and money (uh)

Club 57 (uh)

Drugs, fame and money (uh)

Club 57 (uh)