Don't throw it all away...
[Verse]
Donating cash to Ladbrokes, [?], cash top, that bills, or red one?
Dead broke deadbeat, where the f**'s your head, son?
Eating take-away, wiping off my greasy face
I've been working my mouth, b**h, I need a raise
I like to rhyme, but I get paid a feeble wage
Handwriting's so sh** I can't see the page
If you tell me that I'm not sick, I'll eat your face
The words I'm thinking you're about to hear are
The advanced stages of a real bad career path
My last album was cool, but if I can't top myself, then I'll top myself
Dangling by the waist, 'cos I hung myself from a belt
That's how it's supposed to work?
It's so absurd little things make me go berserk
Broke now, so all I do is b**h and fuss
Why this bus smell like piss? 'Cos I pissed on this bus
[Chorus 2x]
Damn, I threw all my cash away
Tell the bill collector that I went thataway
I'm trying to ascertain why I'm so bra** today
But you know that somebody has to pay
[Verse]
The sh** I'm taking got my face swollen like a blowfish
Muscles f**ed up too, nothing I can cope with
So I b**h, and I moan, and I complain a lot
Break sh** around the house, say my name, sound it out
Tell the truth or I'll pound it out your brain
Here we go, here we go, round and round again
Make a little dough, spend a little dough
Oi, Verbs, that isn't very clever, is it? No...
Financial planning is not my forte
All play and no work makes for a broke Verbs
No, sir, I am not trying to avoid your bills
That's just you being all paranoid, chill!
I see these numbers spinning 'round in my mind
Lights on the fruit machine, glowing in the night
I look at this sh** and I know it isn't right -
Take a whole month to earn it and I blow it in a night, like...
[Chorus 2x]
Man, I'm so bra** today...
Somebody has to...