Lyrics:
inspired, but credit me too
Day in my shoes, you wouldn't last
Listen to "Hurt" listen to "Crash"
Try to do good, try to give back
And spill out my soul over
Sometimes good guys get no credit
And bad guys get all the breaks
And you get that house you wanted
But it's just more empty space
The happy
(Money, money
(Money, money)
(Money)
I gotta let my money fly
Where we gonna go tonight?
By the time the weekend comes
I'm dying just to feel
I closed out our bank account today
I cut up the credit cards and threw them all away
The birds are singing in the trees
It's cold today
Still so
the dime of all dimes
And she say Mr. TJ I go love you long time,
Like Broomhilda she’ll ride
Got a nigga for life
And she know by the time they roll
Bump your head on a bed
Bad moods in the morning
Blank stare, unaware
That your job is boring
Can't save the world by saving
On your credit
formed, the needle move
The record scratch, the blessings pouring
Almost like I'm pre-approved
For everything my credit good, my check is strong
My
(Yung Germ)
Woke up, everything's fucked
Goldfish dead and my Chase account's in the dust
Credit started starting with a four
Can't take a loan
Hey baby, it ain't that late
We can get breakfast if you stay awake
We got your daddy's credit card
C'mon let's get high
Don't give up now, for
a challenge from myth
But, I never moved an inch
Backlit by the camp fire blazing
Heaving in a harsh spring wind
Sparks thrown into the low branches
stumped by the simplest questions
And everything they think is deception as they sink in depression
No telling where our life's headed, I'm light-headed
Wanted to be Jay then K. West, wanna be
Star of the Roc, kid, you're not Sean Connery
But like The Rock I'm surrounded by watery flows
Still it really
game
So I know what's up when I meet 'em (yeah)
Young nigga I used to jump the train
And we used to pump by the cleaners (yeah)
My dream was to get
Hey baby, it ain't that late
We can get breakfast if you stay awake
We got your daddy's credit card
C'mon let's get high
Don't give up now, for
different so I had to go inside Meijers
Scratch the numbers off a real credit card with card pliers
Broke nigga on the side of the road tryna panhandle
right round
Then you start bringing up other shit, start calling me by my government
Somehow you're right and I'm wrong and emotions are running in
If
yard
Yep I had a murder charge, spent half my life on
Probation
I ain't saying do the same, homie get your education
Better keep your credit
The British ambassador said he
had never seen a social occasion quite like it. Even by the
standards of Buenos Aires society the gathering at the
polo ground
dans le sable
(?), soit prêt à faire tes aveux, le flow est impérissable
Ici on t'allume et t'éteint
Juste la street par manque de crédit, p'tites
rappers for the fuck of it
Live by the mantra: live live, die never so
In other words, the real legacy breathes forever
Drunk driving on a Wednesday
in the house!
I said nowadays Brooklyn ain't the same
And life's a scam and I'd rather be paid
Credit card by that fuckin' BOA
But if you want
a teenager
I dread making my bed
I wish I could get out of cleaning my room
'Cause I hate keeping my friends waiting
Fast cars, playing it by hard
Google-ing
south of it
Had enough of the same old time
My senses they need reviving
Given up on just getting by
It's time for a brand new feeling
Let's all
on layaway love?
I can tell by your hair
Say the main thing that you need, a millionaire,
And when you bat your eyelashes all I see is dollar signs
Now I
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