Check the mail, your rent's been waiting
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the time has come to pay the bills
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and these envelopes ironically
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make it easy to send back the money scraped
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Procrastinate, they'll send another
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until Big Brother comes and kicks you in the ass
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your time is running out
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and your priorities need order once again
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Your cell phone is dying, your card's interesting
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your cable's growing rabbit ears
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and the mess you've created for them and yourself
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is pouring the sweat, and it's shedding the tears over you
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Oh, where to start? not paid until Thursday
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and even then, just fifty bucks
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because your wage is minimum
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along with your skills so you can't find better work
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Oh, what to do? still owe that one guy
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and these dimes I've found beneath the couch
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aren't enough to buy the stamps
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for the letters piling up, for the "thank you's" to my grandma
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who's been sending me the checks
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for the food and for the rent and all this shit
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All of these things that we don't even need
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all these brand names known useless
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all of the times that we've made sacrifice for love
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and disregard a meaning for life
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Pay The Bills
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| Dingus |
