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Chorus |
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Everything is A-OK |
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Because I'm strong as an O-A-K (Oak!) |
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But money don't grow on trees (nope) |
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And I'm B-R-O-K-E (Broke!) |
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Verse 1 |
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Them rims them rings them things, you can bring em out |
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I just had my debit card declined at in N out |
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The line is flipping out. Giving me evil eyes |
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Fuck the soda, re-run it with just the cheesy fries |
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cause i don't think money is THE devil |
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I'm not sinking, i'm just kicking it at sea level |
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I got my floaties on |
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I'm focusing on all the wonderful stuff with the force of Obi Wan |
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Kenobi Bro, I'm broke although I won't be woebegone |
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Cause even though my bank account is low or overdrawn |
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I'm down to mow yer lawn |
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I'm getting open I'm soaking up every moment and so we |
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should make a toast we won't be sober til the broke of dawn |
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because beer is cheap |
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and because love is free |
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I'm buzzin feeling like every friend is a cousin, G |
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And someday we'll be reminiscing on some wasn't we |
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Just so down and out |
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But we were happy then (cause) |
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Chorus |
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Verse 2 |
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why should I sit on my ass on the couch and be asking why life isn't equal? |
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with lesser possessions I'm light as a feather and so I can fly like an eagle |
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Cause everyone dies and I wonder why leaders in power would lie to their people |
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be planning like they could be fitting a camel up into the eye of a needle |
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but dammit I'd i settle for fitting a 94 Camry inside of my driveway |
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i'm sick of the image I'm living my life and i'm doing in my way |
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I'd rather be making the choices I'm proud of than chasing a mountain of money |
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But if that mountain comes to me, I'm climbing it |
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Gotta a brick and I'm laying it down |
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got a shovel, I'm breaking this ground |
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because I'm in red |
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but it's only a color that I will be painting this town |
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Because when I make it then I dedicate it to friends I stayed with who would do me favors even lend me paper when I couldn't pay for a little takeout |
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to the fact |
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that whatever you think that it means |
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I be here and I'm living my dreams |
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And it's cause of the people I leaned |
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on when I came apart at the seams |
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So gimme the moon |
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And gimme the spoon |
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I'm licking it clean |
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Until there just ain't nothing left |
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But who will lend a hand |
