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Pay My Taxes
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Murkage Dave
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The problem with money is that it runs out
I wish they wouldn't send letters because it's bad for the planet
I never open them, why would I fuck up my day that way?
Instead, I let 'em pile up like Jenga
I'm on the end of the phone and bro, she's
Letting me have it (Bro, she's letting me have it)
Saying I'm never at home, coming in hammered
I've had it (Coming in hammered, I've had it)
Don't you know I got trips to take?
Still this white man telling me, "Step this way"
I guess it will get better when I'm rich and famous
Bredrin, I pay my taxes
You can't talk to me like I'm a dickhead, no
No, no (Na-na-na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na)
Bredrin, I pay my taxes (Bredrin, I pay my)
And I walk in the creps I was given, no, no, no (Na-na-na, na, na, na)
You niggas think it's a game, wanna play Streets of Rage out here
'Cause whatever the day, we're gettin' pocket change
It's all handbags 'til it's not and a good man drops
And niggas dig in the scriptures for the right thing to say
Bredrin, I pay my taxes (Bredrin, I pay my)
You can't talk to me like I'm a dickhead, no
No, no (Na-na-na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na)
Bredrin, I pay my taxes (Bredrin, I pay my)
And I walk in the creps I was given, no
No, no (Na-na-na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na)
Bredrin, I pay my taxes (Bredrin, I pay my)
You can't talk to me like I'm a dickhead
No, no, no (Na-na-na, na, na, na)
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