Family Force 5 - Paycheck lyrics

I'm broke, broke as a joke Thinking 'bout moving back in with my folks Walked away from my house note Watched my bank account go up in smoke In a mess with the IRS, Still watching my movies on the VHS God bless America I'm a gangsta thanks to ya I shoulda been a baller, shot-caller But I'm just blue collar I got my job in Georgia Tryin' to get a piece of that peach cobbler Chasing down that paper Need a money-maker I spent my life lookin' for a discount Now I thank God for the handout I can't afford to live this way I barely live off what I make Running round for money Begging on my knees Living paycheck to paycheck to paycheck to paycheck 3 sweaters, a coat, can't keep my heat on I got nothing eat on Never heard of vacation I think they give those away on the radio station Work my fingers to the bone No days off and I ain't comin home I got a piece a paper in the mail today Said I still got a balance that I got to pay I shoulda been a baller, shot-caller But I'm just blue collar I got my job in Georgia Tryin' to get a piece of that peach cobbler Chasing down that paper Need a money-maker I spent my life lookin' for a discount Now I thank God for the handout We'll be ok Don't you worry baby We go'n get paid You can bet your bottom dollar on it Don't be afraid 'Cause I'll make it rain It's our lucky day 'Cause I found some change I got a paycheck