Lirik

Yeah Pick it up, pick it, pick it up, here we go I'm money broke and it's no joke Can't cope use the rope this time (hey) Knuckle up, buckle up, the ride's getting rough And I will not lose my mind (hey) I asked her if I could come in And the first thing she said was no (hey) If I can't come in, that means I can't come back I got nowhere to go Hyena fighting for the lion's share Right, sometimes the lion's share ain't there Hyena fighting for the lion's share Hear me out, sometimes the lion's share ain't there Absent from political authority An animal I've become (hey) Total disorder and confusion Is the lifestyle that I run (hey) Permit me to do what I want and I will I'm a nomad to travel (hey) Concrete, glass, stone and gravel Hyena fighting for the lion's share Right, sometimes the lion's share ain't there Hyena fighting for the lion's share Hear me out, sometimes the lion's share ain't there — it ain't there! Yeah, every time I turn around it's the same sad story Getting ganked, I wish it would end In life's commissary, I'm a bad missionary With a wicked message, I send Fighting to kill before I lose that shit And that's just the way I wanna live Who can I trust in a world of greed When I'm taught to take and not give? Who can I trust When I'm taught to take and not give? Yeah, I'm money broke and it's no joke Can't cope use the rope this time (hey) Knuckle up, buckle up, the ride's getting rough But I will not lose my mind (hey) Permit me to do what I want and I will 'Cause I'm a nomad to travel (hey) Concrete, glass, stone and gravel See, there's nothing you can say that's gonna change my mind Fuck you Hyena fighting for the lion's share Right, sometimes the lions share ain't there Sometimes the lions share ain't there Shit
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe, William Thomas Berry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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