Get Rich Fix

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I grew up on an island

Where deer swimming across the channel

Were like chickens to the road

Garcia said so

Maybe I was the gullible one

Oh boy, or was it a state of mind?

Why I, I say so

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I say so

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I say so

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I say so

Get rich, get sick, have a baby, fix it

Fast forward past eleven

You keep asking me for heaven

And I can't keep to the code

I say so

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I say so

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I say so

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I say so

Get rich, get sick, have a baby, fix it

If I'm not the type

You'll hang me out to dry

I can't think your right

I say so

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I say so

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I say so

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I say so

Mm...mm..mm..

Yeah, yeah, yeah