Gotta get on that high road to bling. Busting my ass to get my wheels ready for the big rat race. They killed my soul. Now I'm just an economic man, looking for economic things.
Confused. Well, then don't even try. Cause you gots to have some b-rizzle to get my drift.
So don't attempt, to beg for my pardon,
Cause' I'll keep talkin' til' my arteries harden,
I've takin' losses, told off some bosses,
Sick of all them jobs that all make me nauseous,
It ain't worth it, workin' for your purpose,
For cash I'm hurtin', future's uncertain,
So I keep searching, livin' and learnin',
Earnest to earn everything I'm deservin'
If I can't be on the stage with my band jammin',
I'll be standin' on the street corner panhandlin'!You won't see what you want from me,
So don't come to me with "what's it all mean?" cause'
It don't mean a thing
Your lies is all I despise,
Been fightin' guys like you all my life and
They don't mean a thing.
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