My theory of the crows Where crybabies cry In the united states Bright white on both sides Like a plate Nobody listens Nobody should It'd be a waste of attention Not enough money

Now I must die by my own hand 'cause I'm not man enough to live alone. and I'm better off dead now that she's gone. She couldn't stand me anymore so she just took the kids and went. You see, I've got a drinkin' problem, all the money that we had I spent.

Working my money ‘till I get gold When I get it, I ain't ever goin' back again Every Friday mornin' 'Cause I can't get enough 100 Percent, yeah, pure grindin' Started out with nothing and I still got most of that The world ain't give me much, I'm

Has he got enough money to spend? M-O-N-E-Y's me Drink slow to feed the nose you know he likes to get blown, Leave no he's to and fro he doesn't like it when the girls go It's going off 'cause they're not gonna let him in Two and a half the boy is

Working my money 'til I get gold Monday-Friday mornin' When I get it, I ain't ever goin' back again 'Cause I can't get enough One hundred percent, yeah, pure grindin' Cause I can't get enough Started out with nothing and I still got most of that The