Walking with an empty purse
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king
I always fall behind her whenever we walking
Inviting guess i'm walking out
I try to be the guy, you think about
Working the drywall partying it up
I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck
Dad working so hard, mind overblown
Be shy when we're all alone
Chomping at your oxygen chords
Walking on these squeaky floorboards
Cause i'm sitting here sipping on guinness
Working for an nonpaying business.
Balling, but it’s not a game
From working through rain and pain
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