[Danny Boone Intro]
This business is all lies, don't believe anything you read
Don't believe anything you're told or overhear odds are its
Lies hype or ignorance or some devilish fucking cocktail of
All three. Most people in this business love to talk about
How they do things what they use and why their so groundbreaking
Except that is the true ground breakers that seem to be so
Fucking busy breaking ground they don't have time to do anything
But fucking work this business is a creul shallow money trench
A long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free
And good men Die like dogs
There are all...he..there's also a negative side
I WILL NOT....SELL YOU MY...SOUL......
[Verse 1 Brooks Buford]
6 in the morning and I'm dying in bed
The sun ain't even up and there goes my head
Yelling at the top of my lungs "Where my meds"
You got to get to work shut the fuck up and head
Into the office looking tired as hell
Acted up again spent the weekend in jail
Took two days for dad to make bail
Maybe I should have chilled on the last rail
I called my boss about a check of mine
He said " The money right now is caught in the pipeline"
I know somebody getting paid when I rhyme
But it sure ain't me I'm late for the last time
Walked outside and my car is gone
Had some weed in it to they repo'd my bong
Standing in the parking lot singing this song
Either I'm dead broke or either I'm dead wrong
This business is all lies, don't believe anything you read
Don't believe anything you're told or overhear odds are its
Lies hype or ignorance or some devilish fucking cocktail of
All three. Most people in this business love to talk about
How they do things what they use and why their so groundbreaking
Except that is the true ground breakers that seem to be so
Fucking busy breaking ground they don't have time to do anything
But fucking work this business is a creul shallow money trench
A long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free
And good men Die like dogs
There are all...he..there's also a negative side
I WILL NOT....SELL YOU MY...SOUL......
[Verse 1 Brooks Buford]
6 in the morning and I'm dying in bed
The sun ain't even up and there goes my head
Yelling at the top of my lungs "Where my meds"
You got to get to work shut the fuck up and head
Into the office looking tired as hell
Acted up again spent the weekend in jail
Took two days for dad to make bail
Maybe I should have chilled on the last rail
I called my boss about a check of mine
He said " The money right now is caught in the pipeline"
I know somebody getting paid when I rhyme
But it sure ain't me I'm late for the last time
Walked outside and my car is gone
Had some weed in it to they repo'd my bong
Standing in the parking lot singing this song
Either I'm dead broke or either I'm dead wrong
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