Lyrics:
(good for nothing)
Oh silly me, why haven't I found another
Can you pay my bills
Can you pay my telephone bills
Can you pay my automo-bills
If you
nothing type of brother (good for nothing)
Oh silly me, why haven't I found another?
Can you pay my bills?
Can you pay my telephone bills?
Can you pay
to make a living trying to sell my hurt
What's up, how are you?
Give up
Better ask somebody
We're meeting at forager
I'm doing really good
I'm doing really
of brother (Good for nada, hey)
Oh silly me, why haven't I found another?
Can you pay my bills?
Can you pay my telephone bills?
Do you pay my automo' bills
someone to help me out
Instead of a
Scrub like you who don't know what a man's about
Can you pay my bills
Can you pay my telephone bills
Can you pay my
Will you sell your soul for it?
Will you sell your soul for it?
Will you sell your soul for it?
Will you sell your soul for it?
All i can think
animals believe in God?
Stop rehearsing alcohol and
Start performing narcotics
This is a Caucasian occasion
This is a Caucasian occasion
Could someone
cake
We can all get baked
(Roll it up)
Alcoholic drink
Bill bill
Don't blink
(Catch you sleepin)
I be sell Dat good
Lighter black Dat wood
(Its a cloud
to reach the local YMCA, where he was receiving fahjahly advice from Father Bill in the midst of an uncomfortably religious bout of racquetball.
The man in
I don't only rap
Rather go to work
I don't only rap
Rather go to work
I don't only rap to pay the bills cause that's a trap
Rather go to work to pay
(Good for nothing type of brother)
Silly me
(Why haven't I found another)
(A baller), when times get hard need someone to help me out
(Instead of)
still will sell some girl to a Piperboy
I got lots of bills
He a veteran but three Letterman
On my cock for real
I feel that nigga there should disappear
die on this hill
You little nigga's two figures shy of my deal
Someone slide me the bill (okay, I got it)
What my eyes don't see, the Messiah reveals
shit
To the (?)
50 dollar, hundred dollar bill shit
(?) gold crown on a real nigga wrist
Fresh like my nephew Khalil in this bitch
.40 cal, no
sayin' you love me?
You know you lyin' through your teeth
Livin' it up, the good life, for free
I don't know what you want from me
Don't you know
I need
the day
I know my bills been paid
I know that bag look right
Yeah, God been good alright
Good alright, good alright, Good alright
(My God been good alright)
even send out bills
His only ambition was to find
It seems, sure cures for aches and ills
Why nearly half the folks in my home town
Yes, I'm one
someone exactly what to charge for what they do
But here's a simple thought
Would you be able to pay your least expensive bills
With the profit from what
These niggas don't know nothin' good, I swear to God If I was your niggas I'd kill myself
What you know about it, what you know
What you know about
morphine
I used to sell drugs and wish I could find someone to love to
I still sell them but now I also gotta stash to consume
I'm bout to go get tatted just
But you won't feel guilt, will you? I killed someone.
BILL: Were they alone? (pause) Jim, were they alone?
JIM: Yes. She was homeless. She had
letting you help to pay for it. Weve confiscated your stuff and are going to sell them, thanks to my good friend Meatloaf and his firm Gold & Silver Pawn
(Good for nothing type of brother)
Silly me
(Why haven't I found another)
(A baller), when times get hard need someone to help me out
(Instead of)
sure smells good at the bakery
And I stand and let the smell flood over me
They sell them day old cakes mighty cheaply
I could eat my fill
With my
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