Eye Phone ft. L.M.K. Lyrics

They say money can't make you happy

Bullshit

Shit

They must be crazy

You go to work on Friday and get your check

Aren't you happy?

Show up on Friday, they don't have your check

See how happy you be then

You would lose your mind

What you mean you don't have my check?

You'd go crazy

You need that check

That's why you get upset man

They say the average American

Is one check away from being homeless

That's scary

Cause they lie to your face

When they say that its fun

Cause they run

From the cops when they come

A game of duck duck and lose your son

Or worse

Watch him grow up and become a bum or something

I don't know

We were just chums in the summer

Now I feel like Arnold Schwarzenegger in a hummer

Ay guey

You say you lost your way now that's a bummer

Go ahead and find a new path

If you can't another

I go together with the beat like peanut butter

You just jelly

When a Smucker

Fuck her

Then pass her with my brothers

Got to kill a new beat

You just found another

You got a first class seat

Ride with me and find a come up

Clean money, going to put you out of business

Pissing on the top of the world

Got my britches

Fist up

Morals skewed, I need a bishop

Consistent dead children

Looking like Bisquick

Run away

I got two for the price of one

Call your sons up

They women in need of mass destruction

I'm over all these

Bitches yapping at me like Maltisse

Your girl nuts

But she looking to suck

I tell her swallow these

Look homie please

Don't let the envy get you

Look deep within

Find the peace in every issue

The mirror looking big too

Symptoms of a sick dude

The difference is

Who stays ruffled

And who sits through

Feeling shit ain't easy

Just don't grab the pistol

Feeling like I'm Eazy-E

Flowing breezy

In the ice, who sees me?

Too cold to be reached, he's

Victim of an ugly world

But so is everybody

Put one in the air

For the loved ones who ain't there

Feeling stunned cause

I ain't expect to get no hate glares

Tripping over blank stares

Need a different wayfare

Pain and death it ain't fair

We need to find our way here

Seen a couple news flicks

About people shooting sticks

Shit give me flashbacks

Shit, they killed my dude and its

Giving me a shitty mind state

That New York state of mind state

That maybe I should raise the crime rate

I need to find place

Hold up

I need to find grace

No more wine poured up

Shit, there's a sign for the new iphone up

And you know I pulled up

Temporary relief I need

So

Please take my money please