Smartbomb Hands On It
I got concrete shoes and pockets full of lead. Status symbols drag me down.
And if ya don't pay your debt, you will wind up at the bottom of the f..cking Boston harbor.
The number one killer, cash, cabbage and dough.
Exploit the world and then count your coin.
Gasoline burns paper with ease. If I could just get my hands on it.
Half a mind to say goodbye, the other half to curl up and die.
How can I make it in this world without a reason to fight. Showtime.
Make yourself up, then you die. If I could just get my hands on it.
