Payday

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What constitutes a ghetto?
 Is it growing your own lettuces in the potholes on the road
 Do the locals have to eat them all if they don't sell em
 I call potholes concrete meadows of the soul
 What constitutes a ghetto fetish?
 Is it growing your own lettuce but not filling in the pot holes
 The local council will be getting an earful believe me
 I call their lugholes concrete bollards to the soul
 We all make the same sound when we get mowed down
 And there are starving children in Africa
 So go send your toy guns to Bosnia
 Take the money, take the money, take the money and run
 Take the money, take the money, take the money and run
 Take the money, take the money, take the money and run
 Take the money, take the money, take the money
 And treat your husband right
 What constitutes real change
 Are we even vaguely aware of when we'll terminate the muse
 If all offers are final
 Then how is it even possible
 For you to be both flush and completely principled
 Yeah well, I didn't do any of it for you
 I did it for the little boys and girls
 Pulling lettuce from the pot hole hosing off the engine oil
 Wax apples at Christmas, next year they're sniffing glue
 All of a sudden I was blinded by a powerful light
 Take the money, take the money, take the money and run
 Take the money, take the money, take the money and run
 Take the money, take the money, take the money and run
 Take the money, take the money, take the money
 And treat your mother right
 

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Duration
02:54
Key
6
Tempo
116 BPM

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