Cotton spun horses out of old Napoli Streets of sangria and cheap pino gris Then bro yo bro Rosaries hangin' from a sinner again Gucci sunglasses with a satanic tan She says bro yo bro Chain-smoking babies Baby-faced wannabes Comparing themselves To the powers that be Maybe tonight we'll see Drake eat for free On the College strip Flies in the basement With the thawing squid Upstairs the sharks are all Circling the kids They say bro so cute bro Vietnamese gamblers flipping Bland pizza pies I'm drinking the bar Trying to turn a blurred eye But oh bro oh bro Corona buckets of Catholic guilt Tribal tattoos on the fancifully built Maybe tonight we'll see Drake rep the six On the College strip These standards of beauty Just aren't adding up Who got the shiniest stuff? Where is my baby? Am I losing touch? Should I just loosen up? Downtown Kingston Is where she must be That's what I've always believed Where is my baby Am I losing touch Should I just make her up? There's a vacancy Every time of year round here Rosecourt motel And on a letter left Inside a bag of rez cigarettes Hope you're swell I'm living in hell Somewhere strange beyond well And rested It's a predilection For having no desire or place Rosecourt motel You can dial a bottle Or order up some Sasha Grey But you can't fool the past And you won't get it back Miles away from last Chances OMG bro it's a daydream again And nobody knows where my baby has been Maybe tonight her and Drake took a spin On the College strip But all that I want is tomorrow To bring me some other trip