Lyrics:
to buy some food
(Work it out)
Baby need a pair of shoes
(Work it out)
Say you got a light bill due
(Work it out)
And you got a gas bill too
ain't got no time to mess around
Tell me, you're mister Bill Gates
So I can be your sexy date
I love your form of love and the 'kind of house you're
the waste throw her hips back
Tell em bring the bill I'm a get that
cll the lil Geez won't get that
You better get paid and dead that
I catch her
you
'Cause on them oversea plane rides, I miss you too
Never knew that I would have to be away so much
Five thousand dollar phone bills keepin' in
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
I's thumbin' through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said,
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
the shades away down low
And disconnected the telephone
But these tears a running from my eyes
I can't turn them off and on
No, I can't turn them off
again.....tomorrow
Gibbedy gab gab on the telephone
You're never home- i get the answering machine's
def-tone so I recite a poem
but my bill's so big I'm gonna need
I had a long, long talk
With my dead friend Bill
He said, "Why ya still doing
The things you're doing still?
If you want me to help you
Brother, I
livin' all alone
Call my mamma on the telephone
She says her sun is living life all wrong
And the The log says I've made some calls
But Now I've noticed
she say cool
It's never chill
Now I gotta hear her damn mouth
You lucky I got bills
Phone, cable and rent
Plus a couple meals
I gotta elevate
This shit
Life weh we dey, no be joke ting
Shit gets real deep, like the ocean
Friends rival, for the dollar bill
Better know yourself, who you dealing with
This
a house, a home
License to kill to ill for real to throw stone
Broken glass shard drop the ringin' on tha telephone
Silly me, silly me, late night make'
the shades away down low
And disconnected the telephone
But these tears a running from my eyes
I can't turn them off and on
No, I can't turn them off
the shades away down low
And disconnected the telephone
But these tears a running from my eyes
I can't turn them off and on
No, I can't turn them off
street talk slang
Or the telephone wire where those two shoes hang
It’s the lifetime of surfing just on the breadline
Knee-deep in debt despite workers
I went out walkin' with a two-dollar bill
It wasn't enough to get the prescription pills
Been down and lonesome, short on my bills
Just tryin'
Quack, quack, quack
That's no way to answer the phone, Susie
Hello, Matthews residence, this is Jimmy
Just a minute, please
Uncle Bill, Captain Adams
rock
Still for that bill
Hard to kill motherfucker
Koopsta mentally ill
Still (??) in my face and bitch best not say shit
I'm yelling quick, quick,
the shades away down low
And disconnected the telephone
But these tears a running from my eyes
I can't turn them off and on
No, I can't turn them off
the shades away down low
And disconnected the telephone
But these tears a running from my eyes
I can't turn them off and on
No, I can't turn them off
the shades away down low
And disconnected the telephone
But these tears a running from my eyes
I can't turn them off and on
No, I can't turn them off
the shades away down low
And disconnected the telephone
But these tears a running from my eyes
I can't turn them off and on
No, I can't turn them off
We run the country
We the people prove it
We're the heart and soul
We the people
We are the country
Here's to every salesman on the telephone line
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