That CD in your place, that poster on your wall,
that label on your face, but it don't bother you at all
You sold out for that tree
I'm playin here for free
I'm playin here for free
Just a picture on my wall
-and it's comin down
And I'm not loving you at all
-and I'm comin down
That movement in your feet, that swagger in your hips,
I've seen this shit before, it's when your music finally slips
You sold out for that tree
I'm playin here for free
I'm playin here for free
Just a picture on my wall
-and it's comin down
And I'm not loving you at all
-and I'm comin down
(quick)
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Incomplete, but gives you the idea.
This is best i could do so far.
(colpepper43@gmail.com)