Working The Numbers

Working the numbers ‘til I’m sick

[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]

Monday

Tuesday

Oozes off the clock like Dalí’s

Canvases and watch hands freeze

And cease

Stuck like money

In a dead man’s squeeze

As Wednesday’s tick tock

Pace is quickening

With images of digging

On your own self interest

FLASH

So it’s not that bad

The weekend’s coming

And you need that cash

One last chance

Last show of the summer

So you gotta get a number

Cause the tickets go fast

The five day work week

Kicking your ass

Friday evening

And you’re finna’ go smash

Buying drinks

To your last nickel-and-a-half

Michelob

Bud

Miller Genuine Draft

Bought your golden ticket

But you ripped it in half

If they call your number

Then you’re gonna get mad

Win or lose we’re all in

Win or lose ‘til the end

Win or lose we’re all in

Win or lose ‘til the end

Pay your dollar

Take your ticket

Holler if we say your digits

If we call your name

Just come on stage

And take your place with winners

Do your dance and take your picture

It’s your chance to play

Don’t miss it

Please don’t cast away your ticket

You might throw away your riches

[Verse 2: Dumbfoundead]

This is for that old woman

Working at Olive Garden

Holding a lot of á la cartes

Against her Dolly Partons

Blue collar

Poppin’ children

Home alone

Modern day Macaulay Culkins

Mommy’s all alone

Harassed by nasty pervs

And everyday after work

She plays scratchers worth

Another scratch or worst

Scratching backs

But no one is scratching hers

The fifteenth and the first on calendars

Is all she’s asking for

More tips go to younger Mandy Moore

She sees no grand reward

Like scrambled porn

But one day after buying Big Spin tickets

She bought her way into fame

For fifteen minutes

Three matching numbers

Now this means winning

Became rich

Like those sweet sixteen children

Or Richie Simmons

Sixteen million

In sixteen seconds

Do you get me?

Pimpin’

Punch in and punch out

Something that’s done now

She’s moving on up

To having luncheons at Run’s house

She done bounced

Out of the slums

You dumb dumb

That’s an easy one now

And not some conundrum

Is it something inside us?

The luck of the Irish

Something decided

Shut up

Just go and ride it

Pay your dollar

Take your ticket

Holler if we say your digits

If we call your name

Just come on stage

And take your place with winners

Do your dance and take your picture

It’s your chance to play

Don’t miss it

Please don’t cast away your ticket

You might throw away your riches

Win or lose we’re all in

Win or lose ‘til the end

Win or lose we’re all in

Win or lose ‘til the end

[Verse 3: Psychosiz]

I’m just tryna’ get my number called

Like the Wondertwins

Falling outta’ Wonder Woman’s Wonderbra

I wanna’ be the one to awe at

And all that

You ain’t wit it then fall back

I ain’t really tryna’ get up on all that

I’m just tryna’ go hard on these hoes

When the lottery closes

And my numerical’s drawn

No drama

Obama inviting you to the inaugural balls

Prodigal laws

Hotter than lava

Water from tropical falls

Tell Michelle

I’m outta’ my drawls

Like

Jackpot

You just won the nation one debate at a time

Redundant statements

Pundits hatin’ on my grind

If you never bought a ticket

You never would of won

Or would of lost

Or could of thought

About what you should of done

Or could have come close

With one digit off

Like the thumb

From the loss

Of the funds

From the boss

Cause the drugs get to talking to you

In the parking lot of the bar

Where they thought they knew you

Sitting on ass

And tripping on acid

Putting your chickens in one basket

But it’s a bad fit

Get off that shit

Come on

Working the numbers ‘til I’m sick

Pay your dollar

Take your ticket

Holler if we say your digits

If we call your name

Just come on stage

And take your place with winners

Do your dance and take your picture

It’s your chance to play

Don’t miss it

Please don’t cast away your ticket

You might throw away your riches

Working the numbers ‘til I’m sick