Pay My Taxes

The problem with money is that it runs out

I wish they wouldn't send letters because it's bad for the planet

I never open them, why would I fuck up my day that way?

Instead I let em pile up like jenga

I'm on the end of the phone and bro she's letting me have it

Saying I'm never at home coming in hammered I've had it

Don't you know I got trips to take

Still this white man telling me step this way

I guess it will get better when I'm rich and famous

Bredren I pay my taxes

You can't talk to me like I'm a dickhead

No, no, no

Bredren I pay my taxes

And I walk in the crepes I was given

No, no, no

You niggas think it's a game wanna play streets of rage out here

Cos whatever the day we're getting pocket change

It's all handbags till it's not, and a good man drops

And niggas dig in the scriptures for the right thing to say

Bredren I pay my taxes

You can't talk to me like I'm a dickhead

No, no, no

Bredren I pay my taxes

And I walk in the crepes I was given

No, no, no

Bredren I pay my taxes

You can't talk to me like I'm dickhead

No, no, no