Lyrics:
honey
Rich or poor, all the same crazy about me
The only time I adored one
Thinking love was real fun
Soon it started to show
That girl just
It's always the same old song and dance
With the poor little rich kids
And their poor little idle hands
That pull apart your chest and bleed you
am not over it I need to understand
I never got the catharsis of all these bastards
Raping, killing our women it's driven by patriotic (Meant to say
am not over it I need to understand
I never got the catharsis of all these bastards
Raping, killing our women it's driven by patriotic (Meant to say
Savior, lead them by the hand
Savior, lead them by the hand
Til they've all reach that glittering strand
Think of the many children now
Poor little
find
Now if her daddy's rich
Take her out for a meal
And if her daddy's poor
Then do as you feel
Speedin' down the lane even
Thought the speed
when I'm bored, rich from the poor
Drunk, high, stumblin' off the shits and record
Video vixen, she copped her tits from the store, said
"Damn, they
was just a poor boy
I felt a little outta place on your front porch
The look on your daddy's face when he opened the door
Everything he didn't say told
You always see
A porridge panda
Singing a lullaby
For a poor rich otter
You always see
A little boy
And his piano
Sharpen the led
Of a pencil
Make sure
the way I'm livin'
You just leave this long haired country boy alone
A poor girl wants to marry
And a rich girl wants to flirt
A rich man goes
cake
I want to die like a rich boy diving
In a hydrocodone dream
You can die like a rich girl by me
Oh how the magazines will read
I 'll die like
Met a girl by the name of Miss Fortune
Her daddy was a very rich man
He told me, "Son, proceed with caution
If you wanna take my little girl's
honey
Rich or poor, all the same crazy about me
The only time I adored one
Thinking love was real fun
Soon it started to show
That girl just
honey
Rich or poor, all the same crazy about me
The only time I adored one
Thinking love was real fun
Soon it started to show
That girl just
pop out them jeans
I like my hoes like my beans
Thick and Rich she gone lick me like some licorice
She got me so sappy that girl helped me find my
Our sisters worth more than grinding on the wall half-naked
She a bitch, she a whore
And you rich and you shit on the poor
In all of your records
Solar-energized rides, no steerin' wheel, tell it how to drive
No propellers in the sky
Airplanes like mini rockets
Waiting lists for the rich to get tickets
want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet, little girl's tongue
And Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry,
want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet, little girl's tongue
And Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry,
weaving love into a mad jazz pattern
Ruled by Pantaloon
Poor little rich girl
Don't drop a stitch too soon
We'll be as happy and contented as birds upon
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
petty
Kinda mean and cold as stones
They called Raylene the swamp thang
But the boyfriends were blowin up the poor girl's phone
Hey all the boys say
Swamp
longing to be thinner
This one wants to get the girl
And do I help them? Yes, indeed
Those poor unfortunate souls so sad, so true
They come flocking to my
Uh-huh, who, just smoothing it out, right now
My nigga Halloween, we gon' get rich this year, nigga (see)
Sip on this little bit of odor, made
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