Being Cool

Is new york city really like a graveyard they all ask me

and i say well it was last week but man that was in the past

see i stopped going to the places where the people act so nasty

and pretentious 'cause i'm happy sitting with my friends in sidewalk singing songs

and some people are still standing in the way of where i'm going

so i say please excuse me, step aside, or keep on moving

and i guess they sensed that my momentum meant that i was winning

but i'm only just beginning and i'd rather go with friends than go alone

and some people grab my hands and some people grab my shirt

some people race ahead to see if they can get there first

some people stay behind 'cause they've got something else in mind

whatever you decide if you are true to you you're gonna be alright

like akida he's a father now he is in love with amber

their baby's name is skyler he's a baby of the summer

i wonder as i wander if i'll ever settle down

or if every day i'll take my roots uprooted en route to another town

i was sitting on a couch somewhere watching vh-1

when i found out that bruce springsteen is his mother's only son

i'm my mother's only daughter and we were both born to run

even he says it's amazing raising babies in the place where you come from

but i am a rock tumbler i've got rocks inside my head

and just because they come out shining doesn't mean that they are diamonds

and i guess that my worst nightmare is your very favorite bar

when i'm worth my weight in shale and slate i'll know that i'm a super duper star

i'll be a great big ball of burning gas and i'll be sitting on my big fat ass

sipping cristal light beside a plastic wading pool

and the next day i'll be somewhere else part of me will hate myself

part of me will know deep down that i am pretty cool

the part of me that knows i never cared for being cool

the part of me that knows i never cared for being cool

the part of me that knows i never cared for being cool