When my dad was 25,
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he had a helpless 2.5.
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And our city was still growing,
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and they had no way of knowing
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that this place would turn to shit
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and they'd have to hand it to their kids.
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Enter the 25 year old me
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whose eyes still have yet to see
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what's to gain
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from minimum wage
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Productivity!
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And I'm still learning to barely survive.
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Getting used to scraping by.
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So what's it like to not be broke?
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Where'd the money go?
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Don't ask me 'cause I don't know.
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So where'd the money go?
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Well don't ask me 'cause I don't know!
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But the old regime is living well,
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and I'm running out of things to sell out to!
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Kid, I hate to have to fuck somebody hard,
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or you compromise your spirit,
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or you commercialize your art.
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And if you only live for cash,
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well then you can kiss my ass,
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because you are the problem here!
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Am I making myself clear?
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Am I making myself clear?
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So what's it like to not be broke?
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Where'd the money go?
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Don't ask me 'cause I don't know.
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So what's it like to not be broke?
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Where'd the money go?
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Don't ask me 'cause I don't know.
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Where'd the money go?
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Don't ask me 'cause I don't know. <i>[x2]
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Locash
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| 30 Foot Fall |
