Tim Fite - In Your Haire lyrics

In Your Hair - Tim Fite A king is not a president a roof is not a residence the truth is not self-evident when youth is on the line the boss is not the boss of them the cross is on the cross again a crime is not a government a crime is just a crime. Drip drip, water drippin'; faucet got a leak but the plumber can't handle it hip hip. Hooray. Hip. I just found a dollar I'm-a buy a scratch ticket with it sip sip. Sip. Every single corner got a liquor store on it trip trip. It's a trip, thinking nothing's wrong till the morning when it dawn on you. Is there a hand on your shoulder; is there a wind at your back? is there a scratch on your elbow you can't help but scratch? is there a drift in your stare? what's that sh** in your hair? it's the system, the system; it's the system in there. Let's feel jubilant(?). Buy shoes and sh**. Procuring SUVs so we can cruise the strip proving my dick is bigger than yo' dick, her tits is bigger than yo' tits... I got that brand-new sh** on my sh**. [shout] gotta get these dead presidents gotta get these dead presidents gotta get these dead presidents in a house with a white picket fence. Is there a hand on your shoulder; is there a wind at your back? is there a scratch on your elbow you can't help but scratch? is there a drift in your stare? what's that sh** in your hair? it's the system, the system; it's the system in there it's the system, the system; it's the system in there it's the system, the system; it's the system in there. A king is not a president a roof is not a residence the truth is not self-evident when youth is on the line the boss is not the boss of them the cross is on the cross again a crime is not a government a crime is just a crime.