Lyrics:
by your ex?
Why don't you come back to us when you're dead?
They'll pinch your bum, then pinch your neighbour's bud
All funded by their southern
attractive once the make them dollar bills
But it ain't about that, I'm preceded by a King who said I'll be right back
I'm trying to get you on the right
Oh it's-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoes call
But there's-a nothing so lonesome,
in the west"
[words derived from conversations with "old bill", a railroad bum,
At the acca train yard on a cold, drunk December afternoon]
down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten
Maggie comes
down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skip cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten.
Maggie comes
way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
But you only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face
a mountain by the peak
Now that i can touch the bottom of the sea
Stuck in my prime, full time heavyweight
Three or four hotties chillin poolside anyway
Me
fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train
scams
Rides that always sketch on me - Have to have her home by three
Memories of blowin' it - Thing I want that I can't get
Car won't start, I'm on my
more styles than Groove?
Who's the only one to make the whole nation move?
Runnin' up on sucka's sets like we pay the bills
Make 'em fret
fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train
(Verse 1 - Ty Farris)
Gripping the medal molded my mental with mildew
From the filthy eastside where they'll kill you
For the bills went the rents
rather leave but you ain’t hearing that
Letting social media dictate our relationship
Last time I had checked as far as bills, they ain’t paying shit
Made
cheerlead
Cold thang
Maple brown skin
Wanted by all men
She craves for that attention
High school sweetheart but that died out
The bum ass dude that she was
the funds is
Don’t jealously come with a bum b****?
Sosii 7x back on my f*** sh**
Like for you b*****s
Don’t trust you b*****s
Or love you niggas
Ion give
deals
Taking over America , put my face on a bill
Can’t put a gun in the hand of a nigga
When I turn around he gon shoot at my back
Even my mother would
Why we always gotta wait
Posted in the trenches god im working everyday
Gotta wait till I get paid to cop me what I need but the bills be in the way
my own kids
I'm tired of wishing
You
You
You
You done
Never was a real one son
Hand out
Lookin' for them bills though bum
Grown man
Thinking he young
me but this Earth to grind
Slaving on land that was mine from the beginning of time
Fondling the children and starving them by the fence
Not
cause I added a drum
These niggas is bums I like fashion
I seen my momma struggle it was tragic
Bullets speeding through the air shit get hectic
Fuck
ugly you sure you gonna thug with me
(By my side)
Tryna come up on the bubbly
Gotta double what they took from me (That’s right)
Press one button now
on pounds
Lounging at a big property by Fort McDowell
I been stacking my chips like Casino royale
My lifestyle’s unaffordable to y’all bum ass clowns
Tonight
fucking crazy? (Facts)
No help with bills, out of shape, you got lazy (Bum life)
Have many chances have I given on the daily (Too many)
Took it all for
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