Fresh roadkill in the street. Eyes burning from the heat. I wanna try to live that lie.
Hey mama how you been and how’s mister just a friend? You know the guy who blacked my eye.
Well the rain rusts the roof and water fills up my shoes. I love getting high on an IOU.
Works saying change your tune, or we’ll get a drone to fill your room. Cause you’re a slave for basic wage. My brothers in the pin, an ankle chain to be his shim. The wall he’ll stare to find what’s there.
When the cops start coming y’all know what to do I love getting drunk on an IOU.
Notes stapled to your door withdrew it all but they still want more. Now you’re disowned, they took your home. So let’s peel up all the floors. We’ll build a stage for beasts and whores let’s rearrange this whole damn game.
When the catch poles are coming and the good roads are few. I’m here if you ever need an IOU.
When the catch poles are coming and the good are few. I’m there if you ever need an IOU.
