L.A. Symphony - Money Song lyrics

Yes, Yes You don't even understand me, What I'm going through right now In my lifetime. Yep Yep Show me the hey hey Yo Yo... Yo Yo I need money, but not just me, but for the fam, If I don't bring home the bacon, ya say I ain't the man Jehovah Jira he's the great I AM And I been praying and believing for three hundred grand I'm great with the pen but I s** with the plan My money running out like some cheating husband I'm so broke and dope I'm a great has been I'm a crying man, trying to find fifteen cents You could be as good as the best of them or as bad as the worst You can be bronze and broke or platinum and still thirst You could be perceived a success with a pentium brain Signing your name for your fans without a penny to your name You know how I know? That's where I stand everyday Don't know weather to sit, stand, or run away Should I pray, put my gun away, or get thugged out? Jesus or Gs up? These thoughts got me bugged out Now here we go again, the usual predicament No means to an end the debt I can't get rid of it. A money song again? Can't you pick a different subject? When it come to being broke it's the usual suspects Now here we go again, the usual predicament No means to an end the debt I can't get rid of it. A money song again? Can't you pick a different subject? When it come to being broke it's the usual suspects I can't borrow a dollar without paying back seven I'm worth more dead than alive cause at least I'm in heaven and Everything you hear about in songs I don't possess Cause truth rests on my chest and won't let me invest in anything counterfeit, contrived or pretentious or happens to jive with this worlds consensus I'm an odd man out, trying to break even Stuck in the negative for positive believing [Sherlock Poems] Chasing the all mighty dollar sign still way far behind Stay at my house cash flow effect my hang time Exchange rhymes with customers getting CDs signed My signature will cost you a hundred dimes. One for the mind, how bout one for my pocket One hundred grand crammed hard in my wallet Any form of work it seems I just don't got it Never have so I guess that I can just do without it The more some things change the more they stay the same You can claim a little fame but you're still losing the game What's the cost of building a name? Being broke as a joke I need a permanent vacation like a pig in a polk You invoke a state of mind that's as free as a bird But I'm live in downtown just a part of the herd It's Groundhogs Day and I done seen it before So God you gots to help me, I can't take it anymore Now here we go again, the usual predicament No means to an end the debt I can't get rid of it. A money song again? Can't you pick a different subject? When it come to being broke it's the usual suspects Now here we go again, the usual predicament No means to an end the debt I can't get rid of it. A money song again? Can't you pick a different subject? When it come to being broke it's the usual suspects It's the Money Song ya'll (put a dollar in the sky) Another Money Song ya'll (buy low, sell high) It's the Money Song ya'll (yes it's time to sell out) Another Money Song ya'll (borrow a dollar to bail out) It's the Money Song ya'll (put a dollar in the sky) Another Money Song ya'll (buy low, sell high) It's the Money Song ya'll (yes it's time to sell out) Another Money Song ya'll (borrow a dollar to bail out) Yeah