have a six pack, in the cooler Getting money, divas getting money If you aint getting money then you aint got nothing for me Tell me somethin (tell me somthin) Where yo boss at? (where yo boss at?) Where my ladies up in there that like to talk back? (that like to talk back
there paintin' on the old woodshed When a can a black paint it fell on my head. I went down to scrub and rub But I had to sit in back of the tub. (Cost
to keep them alive There's bodies decomposing in containers tonight In an abandoned building where Squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl With fifteen
Sal, Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal! Git up there, mule, here comes a lock, We'll make Rome 'bout six o'clock, One more trip and back we'll go Right back
Plus some customers just start combusting. That's the penalty when life is but a song! You brought me down and doomed this town So when we blow this scene, Back
that must sting. Plus some customers just start combusting. That's the penalty when life is but a song. You brought me down into this town So when we blow this scene, Back
must sting Plus some customers just starts combusting That's the penalty When life is but a song You brought me down and doomed this town So when we blow this scene Back
open, that must sting Plus some customers just start combusting That?s the penalty when life is but a song You brought me down into this town So when we blow this scene Back
my life in the middle of the night (I've been up all night) Lookin back at how it was, reminiscin growin up (And I've tryin look back at what I've done
: saying goodbye to all my oh-so-security i'm back to sqaure one, maybe negative fifteen in record time it's gone no more biting my nails or crossing
: There?s a greyhound bus Leavin? the great Northwest Takin? her tonight Back down south to Texas She?s been dancing? on tables To pay rent and be
s face Money goes to money heaven Bodies go to body hell I just cough, catch the chase Switch the channel watch the police car CHORUS I can't read shit anymore I just sit back
de da Fifteen celebrity mimes Leaving their fifteen sorted wretched checkered lives Will they find the solution in time Using their fifteen pristine
's a chimney sweep Lost and lodged inside a flue Back in 1842 Fifteen years gone now I still wail from these catacombs And curse my mother's name Fifteen
is over, New York is back. Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side Put em up high, lets ride because New York is back Lemme see your hands, wave
without it would go From the concrete who knew that a flower would grow Lookin' down from the top and it's crowded below My fifteen minutes started an
: TALKING] Uh, what up y'all! Soundtrack what's popping baby? Y'all ain't know, I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco Representing that first and fifteen Jyea
: Saw a close up of your pretty face Overnight sensation Smiling for cameras From all around the world If I rewind back to yesterday And stop the