| The love of money is the root of all evil
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| And that’s a fact
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| But a person ain’t nothing without money
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| And that’s wack
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| I mean you can be spiritual and mentally give
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| But you need money for food
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| And you need food to live
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| Heat bills and utilities
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| Home cable and gas.
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| For you car, Subway fair, bike or bus pass
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| If you got kids you need to support them
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| And if you answer to safe sex is abortion
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| Then you need money to abort them
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| Now that’s messed up, as mess can be
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| But it’s reality
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| Awaking without any income or salary
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| You better have a job 40 hours a week
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| Shower and eat, sleep, freak, chill, and have heat
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| And what about you future
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| Your long term post
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| Maybe own a house and have a lawn with not potholes
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| Send you kids away to college so the cycle repeats
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| Not having to worry if your family is out in the streets
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| If you follow these steps you’ll probably never lose
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| Never find yourself saying that you got the blues
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| You should take my advice
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| Something that you can use
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| So you won’t have to say that you got the blues
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| When you’re on top of the world and feel you can’t lose
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| A problem hits you right in the heart leaving a bruise
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| Whether it’s your love or the money it’s bad news
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| But don’t stress it because you just…
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| (got the blues)
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| You don’t stress it son you just…
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| (got the blues)
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| You don’t stress it baby you just…
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| I sat staring at the wall
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| Fearing the call
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| My girl caught me with another chick down at the mall
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| All she did was give me a look and jet out the door
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| Four hours later my pager was still on the floor
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| No messege is expressionless
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| Wait no need to be stressing this
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| She was just a friend I kissed on the cheek
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| Chilled every other week and wanted to freak
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| Back in the day straight
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| But now I got a girl that I lay
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| So I stay faithful Play no games with her brains
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| My main squeeze she’s ready to please never complains
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| What more could I ask for
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| Wack whores who sweat me
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| Cause of my CD and see me when they’re greedy, looking sexy
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| Hoping they caught some cream
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| But queen sorry to stop your dream
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| But I’m not the one you gotta be greeting
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| That’s why I need my girl like a fiend needs rock
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| I need to call her at her spot to explain the plot
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| My heart is on lock
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| I’m feeling the pain of love sting
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| When I dial her number and hear the telephone ring |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Blues , by - Apathy. Song from the album Hell's Lost & Found: It's the Bootleg, Muthafuckas! Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп