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BOBBY FISCHER lyrics : "Snow"

verse 1:

the economy is crushing me, all the walls are caving in

got a lotta bills to pay, how I'm gon be paying them
gotta stay delaying them, dodging all the agencies
calling on my cellular, I got nothing to say to them

Got my BA degree, from the university
All the loans I borrowed probly only made it worse for me
companies have hustled me, gotta give em credit though

They let me earn credits cuz my mom's credit is credible
Incredibly they lied to me, she really can't afford it
She had to call her bank and reorganize her mortgage

Feeling like Oliver, begging for some porridge
Please sir, I want some more, my stomach $#&@in starving
They calling me a commie, well if the shoe fits

I'll paint the city red with a million leaflets
All I ever f*cking wanted was a chance to have the same
As you silver spoon babies who born into the game


verse 2:


i hate to go to sleep, demons live in my dreams
Each time I meet defeat, I crumble down to my knees
But I rise like cream, standing on my feet

It's the white trash in me, The fight back in me
I'm right back in it, gone more than a year
No more forties for me, it's more like foreign beer

Unfortunate for your ear, the flow is a little rusty
But still will get it bloody, I met some bloods when they cuffed me
For some reason I love it when women, they try to cuff me

Lady you're very lovely but trust you don't wanna love me
I'm too young, im dumb and honestly I'm dishonest
I'm plotting to be responsible when I become a father

That's beyond the horizon as long as I stock the condoms
Pass em around like Stockton, dog why are you baller blocking
Come on Dennis Rodman, my rebound is from Korea

All this fried chicken and liquor is giving me diarrhea
My life's Oddessey, I'm Homer, riding till its over
With my Anna Kornakova then vanish like red October

I'll never read Decoded, this thing of ours supposed to be
A mystery reserved for intelligent clever poets

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