Lyrics:
I got a lot on my mind
So much I gotta do but
There's not enough time today
I just want to lay on the beach or
Maybe by the pool
Take a dip and wash
I’m a woman play the Blues
People ask me
What’s it like on that man’s stage
It’s an old man’s world
I’ve gotta fight for that man’s wage
I’m
on the wife
Shootin' like a Piston, aim for proper distance
Live from London, number crunchin'
Drivin' gloves with some Asian bitches rubbin' me with sponges
the drugs are rolled up, the money fold up
I like my bitches big-body like an old truck
With their waists sliced inches like the cold cuts
Been
Trying to be what I can't be
If I'm just a farm boy on a tractor
Could you love me just for me
And I can't offer you the stars above
Just next
down the road
Right by the ocean
I got bitches (swag) on my toes (Dre)
(Pretty boy swag) Pretty boy swagging on
You fucking hoes (I do this)
This one for
Weighed in the shrink
I got a cooker for my trap
He just stay by the sink
I know some shorties in the club
That'll play in your drink
Pass out in your crib
But he's just a guitar and a microphone stand
And nobody sees me when I pass by
On my down to the water for somewhere to hide
A man can only stay so
You don't have enough money to pay me
Not enough to buy a Hermes bag for a girl
I advise you to go around, once the zipper is unzipped
I'm as handsome
by the sea shore
Baby girl, what you mad at me for?
Swerving in a Audi, yeah I made a detour
You can’t hang with me bitch
Cause you too poor
Smack
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
In early '95, well, we got the dough so we could diversify
Had a lot of money up in bioweapons which has low liquidity
Sold a lot of Krugerrands
In early '95, well, we got the dough so we could diversify
Had a lot of money up in bioweapons which has low liquidity
Sold a lot of Krugerrands
Hang me in your dorm room
Paint me on shampoo bottles and
Place me in plastic happy meals
Then give me away
New face, same old cd
Safe smack for easy
the money when they spend it
They're so offended by 4 words that need no explanation
In GOD we trust the motto of this greatest nation
Not just a motto but
The tubes that get turned on for the red guitar that you
Learned on the records you left me the
Cookbooks the ten-inch TV that radio you found
some in County Clare
But upon my word, the roses, lads, I can't find anywhere
She blarneyed me for by the power, she left me broke, you know
Did
Lost his money but he kept his hair
He found power and peace in the TV lenses
Live studio audiences
Wear Your Best
Like an unemployed televangelist
One
De-de-de-de-de-do-do-do
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
Thank God I'm a country boy
I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels
I never was one of them money-hungry fools
could say was
Look what quickly happened to that yapping niggas I rap
I'm foul, you heard my side of the fucking story
My cousin Tory, with a twenty for
the bazaar men by the Nile
He got the money on a bet
For the crocodiles they snap their teeth
On your cigarette
Foreign types with their hookah pipes
the bazaar men by the Nile
He got the money on a bet
For the crocodiles they snap their teeth
On your cigarette
Foreign types with their hookah pipes
a killer
Standing by my side like you made for a nigga
Why I always end up putting faith in a sinner when it's bad times?
I just keep fucking even though
cryin', it's not the wind sighin'
Old timer's tell you, Feleena is callin' for him;
You'll hear them talkin' and you'll hear them walkin'
You'll hear them
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