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Sitting in my car, been driving through the alleys in the night, in the night, ive been running outta time, being chased by the demons all behind me,
like, oh, yeah, yeah I'd rather get popped than get showed up by a lame nigga You a bum talkin' bout some pape, you a damn fibber Every time I wake up,
Well, either you're closing your eyes To a situation you do not wish to acknowledge Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster Indicated by
It all seems so strange The mutes the bums The dogs with mange, the poor, Doesn't anybody help themselves anymore I guess not Barefoot pregnant women
anymore just wait until your dad gets home and sees what You have done kicked out of school you've got no job you're a useless Delinquent bum oh my god
It all seems so strange The mutes the bums The dogs with mange, the poor, Doesn't anybody help themselves anymore I guess not Barefoot pregnant
It's lonesome away, from your kindred and all By the campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call But there's nothing so lonesome, so morbid
a tower to bum Torch, a flaming brand, a pyre blazing scourge Heretics Clad in flames die in silence It is no doubt the right way The perfect way to go
a bum searching for eternal slack Pride, intelligence, motivation: there was nothing that I did not lack But then I went to see a doctor and he showed
for this fate's in The element of fine print I've read it and overseen By judgmental pompous ass phonetics, the critic I'm still the rapper for
screwing up Torment me with lies in front of my friends Call me a fucking bum like I'm a con man Call me a fucking jerk like I'm a rapist Call me
there's this friend of mine -- he's always by my side He gives me a place to go when things get bleak He's always there for me ... He rubs my eyes for me
At least he loves his city Holding court on Taylor Square proper was the man he could become Lear's Fool is a bum now With seven holy parcels by his
Hey you bum, yeah, you, move over Get your ass off that Range over That attitude toward the homeless is exactly what Maureen is protesting
ain't never had a fifty, you ain't had a hun' You ain't never had a quarter ticket, lil' dirty bum I bet I'll have ten M's when I'm thirty-somethin'
liquor on your breath If it don't break you It might just make you rich You might not get there And on the way it's a bitch Gettin by, gettin
with the weatherby re-runs Rent-a-ski beach bum with the broken Oakleys When he Hang Ten men for the locals only Rowboat slowly to the Roanoke docks
the bum is bound by al When the charts are fouled When the crowds go wild (Wiki) How did I land? Right in this land Man-hat-tan Right were you stand
a song with And I got to say I don't see that happening Rap at the king, come for the crown Fuck you pay me, I puff puff pound Grab at the bling, bum
It's so nice to be rich, rich, rich, rich... You are viewing lyrics of It's So Nice To Be Rich by AGNETHA FALTSKOG from the album UNKNOWN
It's time I live my life my way Do the best I can each day With the world on the downside Fallen by the wayside Walking through hell With a carcass
Runaway... runaway slave (8X) Verse One: A.G. Livin in the slums with the bums, the rats and the stray cats Dogs with the rabies, little babies are
From the pocket of an honest preacher To the empty hand of a homeless bum To the cash drawer at the liquor store Where he bought a pint of rum
My heart is the bums on the street With nothing to eat and their dirty hands cupped up My heart is the squirrels in the park Late Sunday evening
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