| (Money Money Money Money Nothin But
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| Money)
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| I work 9 to 5 but it starts in the P.M.
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| and I love the sunrise so I step out in the A.M.
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| the street is black and shiny from the early
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| nightly rainin'
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| the glory of the light it brings evaporation
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| morning’s fresh oxygen cleanest
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| I take a deep hit help my mind stay the greenest
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| I’m already wake so I’m not drinkin’coffee
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| don’t wanna cigarrette, 'cause it’s a form of slavery
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| walk into the store 'cause I need a few items
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| the sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins
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| needa buy some food and some 'poo for my dreads
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| can’t remember why but I need a spool of thread
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| Man with dirty dreads, steps around the comer
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| he asks me for a dime, a nickel or a quarter
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| I don’t have any change so I’m steppin’along
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| and as I’m walkin’past he sings to me a song…
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| There’s a whole in the bucket dear liza, dear
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| liza…(repeat)
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| The day is pickin’up cause I’m hummin’his song
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| the buses and the people all keep movin’along
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| to the shopkeeper I say was’sup?
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| and I’m thinkin’about the man who’s holdin’up the cup
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| I pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of change
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| should I give it to the man’s the question in my brain
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| What’s gonna happen if I give the man a dime?
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| I don’t wanna pay for anotha brotha’s wine
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| What’s gonna happen if I give the man a quarter?
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| will he find a dealer and try to place an order?
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| what’s gonna happen if I give the man a nickel
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| will he buy some food or some pork that’s been pickled?
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| I’m not responsible for the man’s depression
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| how can I find compassion in the midst of recession?
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| How come all these questions keep fuckin’with my head
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| and I still can’t rememba why I need a spool of thread.
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| He’s starin’in my eyes just as I’m walkin’past
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| I’m tryin to avoid him cause I know he’s gonna ask
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| me about the coinage that is in my pocket
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| But I don’t know if I should put it in his bucket
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| walk right past him to think about it more
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| back at the crib I’m openin’up the door
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| a pocketful of change it don’t mean alot to me my cup is half full but his is empty
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| I put back on my cap and I start headin’back
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| I reach into my pocket and I have a heart attack
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| well as I’m diggin’deep I scream oh no!
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| there’s nothin’in the pocket but a great big hole
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| While I was busy thinkin’if he would buy smack
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| the jingle in my pocket it slipped through the cracks
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| no one has the change and it’s fuckin’up my head
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| But now I no the reason why I had to buy the thread! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hole In The Bucket , by - Spearhead. Song from the album Home, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп