0.6 Lyrics
I'm broke as fuck, but still got more than some other people
I'm broke as fuck, but still got more than some other people
We got no money cuz we buy the nicest things
And go out to eat like we ain't got a microwave
Broke as all nothing
Still spending money
We got no money cuz we buy the nicest things
And can't help others cuz we got them lights the pay
Broke as all nothing
Still spending money
And we're off to the slums to build a multi million dollar stadium on top of poor people's places of residence sentiments to the denizens but our entertainment is more important than your survival it's in the bible, or something, Christian nation remember a nation under God since '54 forget the poor and Jesus' words I mean
Why we ain't helping the homeless
Why are there still poor people
America is our golden home plate
Forget the rags on 3rd base
Cuz we're broke as fuck
(but you still got more than some other people)
Yeah, but We're still broke as fuck
(I mean still a lot more than some other people)
Well We're more broke than some other people
(yeah but still got more than some other people)
....
(Got so much more than some other people)
We got no money cuz we buy the nicest things
And waste our cheese like we can't cut the mold away
Broke as all nothing
Still spending money
We got no money cuz we buy the nicest things
And gotta spend our pay before its pulled away
Broke as all nothing
Still spending money
And we're off to exhibit B it's a busy busy bee pollinating the plants we eat
But lately the population is in decrease
And 40% of the food used in the USA
Is thrown away somewhere down the consumer lane
It's a shame we come to this opulence the opposite of what it aughta be
Obviously we got no common sense
Somebody somewhere can't get water to wet their throat
And over here Im complaining that I'm fucking broke
It's pretty stupid considering I got a lot more than other people
I'm not really broke
I'm not really broke all at, I got enough
I got no money cuz I buy the nicest things
And go out to eat like I ain't got a microwave
Broke as all nothing
Still spending money
I got no money cuz I buy the nicest things
And can't help others cuz I got them lights the pay
Broke as all nothing
Still spending money
0.4 Lyrics
Back in the day when everything would go good
I might be able to swing even with no push
In those days I, I suppose should,
Have felt so good so good
But now I'm on resorts of my own like Bo Bush and now I've got the blues
So Put on my shoes, you'll notice things ain't so good
I don't know why the fuck I be complaining man
I got everything I need and live a decent life
No matter what I got sometimes I'm feeling different man
Wake up, wanna dream forever, Peter Pan
My girl like.. Santa got my letters
Said he can do it and he'll do me one better
She holds me when my dopamine is in the zone of Irish setter
She knows I'm insecure and so she tied the tether
And I'm just tryna keep it together
So many people all depend on me tomorrow
My job pays good and I'm off on the weekends
I still fear the dive board, lost in the deep end
Chilling in a shed behind my house that's made of plywood
A stray cat walks in, sees my lap and climbs aboard
His broken tail somehow reminds my of my childhood
When I was young and really felt that times were good
Uh
When everything would go good
I might be able to swing even with no push
In those days I, I suppose should,
Have felt so good so good
But now I'm on resorts of my own like Bo Bush and now I've got the blues
So Put on my shoes, you'll notice things ain't so good
And I know that others have it worse
I'm sorry that I Bitch so much
The leaves are falling quickly In my head
I've got an illness that draws me to my bed
And draws me in a light untrue to self I see myself as lose I'm blue and there's nothing I can do but recognize that it's not true and know it will get better and it has, however slowly, as a snail I'm fond of comparing myself to
I was there when hell froze
I'll be here when you let go
Never that
Down battlefeild in a Buick bumping blu and homeboy sand
I do love my modern music.. Back then I was bumping the church hymns
When everything would go good
I might be able to swing even with no push
In those days I, I suppose should,
Have felt so good so good
But now I'm on resorts of my own like Bo Bush and now I've got the blues
So Put on my shoes, you'll notice things ain't so good
