Eloquence, innocence and rhyme,
Mystery, and there is just no time.
A given classic girl duress and,
Your typical all around is pending less.
These bills I have to pay everyday,
It makes it kind of hard to write a song,
From the heart, but I do it anyway.
Like flavor flave I create,
And up all this debt, stress, mess,
Sit back and let it inspirate.
And I don't need no credit card,
Bringing me down.
Down, down, down, put me on the ground,
Underground way down, way down.
Tough again, that's what I need is an option,
Should I depend on, inferior common boring self?
It was so easy to sign the dotted line, mesmerized,
Thinking of stuff I want, to buy without a piece of mind.
Dropping a dine everytime, something catches my eye,
I gotta make it mine, gotta make it mine mine.
I know we do what we got to do,
Got to make it through these times,
Just to live, just to eat, you know I like to sleep.
Without thinking about or worring about these bills,
Dear God, just help me sit still.