Wheel Of Fortune

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Lanny Ross

Lancelot Patrick Ross (January 19, 1906 – April 25, 1988) was an American singer, pianist and songwriter. more »

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I woke up with a plan this morning
Focus on the check as I lace my air forces
Hungry for the money and my appetite enormous
Spinning at the wheel as I'm racing to the fortune
Now my whip gorgeous and my bitch gorgeous
I'm putting numbers on the board you scoreless
Only presidents I care about already corpses
That's rigor mortis, dollars not a shortage
I was down, remember me
Became all of the things you said I'd never be
Now I'm up, you hate to see
Now all I do is haunt your fucking memories
I'm out to get it anyway by any means
Weighing my options on a triple beam
Had to make my picture look like Mona Lise
I learned some shit and knew I didn't know a thing
I drank some shit and it felt like the sober me
And probably said some shit with no apologies
Just speaking from my mind and my philosophies
I can tell the future just forgot the dream
I woke up with a plan this morning
Focus on the check as I lace my air forces
Hungry for the money and my appetite enormous
Spinning at the wheel as I'm racing to the fortune
Now my whip gorgeous and my bitch gorgeous
I'm putting numbers on the board you scoreless
Only presidents I care about already corpses
That's rigor mortis, dollars not a shortage
Don't see any new faces when I look around
People try to learn you just to pull you down
Talk behind your back and all they do is clown
But now you in my face so who you foolin now
Looking stupid now I can see you drooling now
You could use a towel and whip your fucking mouth
I was down and out so you counted me out
I went a different route had to figure it out
When I step outside it's a movie
Had to duck my ex had to hide she a groupie
Smoking on some shit that make your eyes look like rubies
Then i fell asleep with my mind on the uchies
I woke up with a plan this morning
Focus on the check as I lace my air forces
Hungry for the money and my appetite enormous
Spinning at the wheel as I'm racing to the fortune
Now my whip gorgeous and my bitch gorgeous
I'm putting numbers on the board you scoreless
Only presidents I care about already corpses
That's rigor mortis, dollars not a shortage

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