Lyrics

Everyone thinks I'm the one to beat because I'm on the cover of TV Week Took me three years to get where I am but you write it off as an industry scam Hear the sound of falling bricks Hear the sound of crunching fists Here's our song, it sounds like this Hear the sound of money to bet Try it yourself, see what ya get Hear the sound of your sweet success I'm calling on you to recognize me Turn on your channel and stare at me I get my clothes from the fashion show Leave on the price tag, so you'll know Now you're making money to bet If you're lucky, get five percent Told you it would happen, but nothin' it meant It's you who this message is for Can't get out, 'cause they locked the door Isn't it fun to be a bore Everyone thinks I'm the one to beat because I'm on the cover of TV Week Took me three years to get where I am but you write it off as an industry scam Hear the sound of falling bricks Hear the sound of crunching fists Here's our song, it sounds like this Hear the sound of money to bet Try it yourself, see what ya get Hear the sound of your sweet success
Writer(s): Chuck Biscuits Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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