Lyrics:
you with absolutely anything
If I see you it just hi and bye keep going my way
'cause I've got things to do, I've got bills to pay
I've had enough
Wish that I was on ol' Rocky Top
Down in the Tennessee hills
Aint' no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top
Ain't no telephone bills
Once I had a girl
Punch the clock
Don't be late
Wear a tie
Stand up straight
Labour for money
Money for rent
Paying the bills
Is how it's spent
Don't do this
Don't do
of gettin' money how Bill Gates is
Young lives being taken by the .45
Genocide'll rise 'til glory die
Every other hour more bullets fly
Victim
interests by heart
raised me to be smart
taught at my first school
Kinda strict with the rules
every blue moon we fought
but you were always cool
Solid
He works two jobs now just to pay the bills
Honeymoon is over seems love has lost its thrill
He blames her and God knows that she blames him
Loves
the bills
And read all the mail
No one worked harder
For miles around
Tim was the best farmhand
And Nellie was proud
A year went by of saving
Their
I've been away
Gone an eternity
But I'm on my own
Left the keys to the house
By the back door
In an old clay jar
These are my last minutes
Crazy how time flies by so fast
We must all remember to enjoy the ride
For it's too late once you crash
Life's gone in a flash
Looking back through
on the moon
Ride on to life
It's what you make it
In Gods country
Eye for an eye
This is only in America
From the pils of dollar bills
To the poor
the things I fear
And look past all that tries to bring me down
And I know that I don't have much I
Sacrifice a good life while I watch these bills keep
to clear the shit up
For what, I seek steel, I get stuck
I play jacks on the year like Bill Rodell, get hit by a truck
Bent the fuck back, despite
"Fake big willies" get cuts of small bills
Insisting you players but won't get on the field
We can take this back to 89
I'll play my part like half
They're gone with the push of a button on the board
Done by Eric Sarafin, the (?) board overlord
Slap them headphones on, raise mic levels and I'm gone
that will make you funk
Intimidated by his 14 year old
At 97 he's a different kind of funk
We push together like a perfect hand and tongue
You
tape
Hat off the rack, battery for my DAT
Bill, blowin' me up, Holly go and say the limo pickin' me up
Now I got the plans, the freaky fans, finishin'
I'm sorry if I left you without sayin' goodbye.
Didn't think you'd understand the reasons why.
By the time you read my letter, I'll be crossing
school out
First of all, for the record, Scarface jail cats
Cultured by stretch it but name it, rather socialize
Eyes never lies, these guys tell me
guidelines
Wings get pushed back from hairlines to asscracks
So check ASCAP, on Artifacts soundtracks
So act ill, I can peel a skill like fresh bills
Crack
Suppose I take a dollar bill and I crumple it in my hand,
Won't it take such empathy to make you understand,
That I am just a little boy?
I look
back to bill yo
On the bricks side where it's real for sho
But what's really buried deep in the mind, no one knows
My peeps keep me grounded, so my
Blurred by a ring
Or maybe on a dollar bill
I'll never see again
And the guilty get numb from the denigration
And devastation of God's creation
Our taxes foot the bill, give access for their kill
Drug industry's pushing
So I jumped a couple trucks goin' southbound
Tucked the money in the toe of my boot
Left my bills in the bottom of the chimney and made off with my
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