歌詞
Some, they keep living with no gratitude,
too busy straightening their three piece suits.
Count all their money in a mixing pot,
don't see, the more you've got, the more you want
and you will never ever have the lot, no
Each day we live it is on borrowed time.
Give you my love, i wanna walk that line.
Some say the writing on the wall is drawn
Is it the more you give ?
or the more you take ?
because you better know what side you're on.
so, come on ...
You're just too rude, you're just too rude.
You're just too rude, you're just too rude.
This is my gratitude.
See, some they get lost in the scrap for the dough,
equating all the paper they have with their soul.
Too busy counting up all the things that they own,
or tipping up their cups and announcing a toast.
Cold rollin' in a Lexus or Mercedes Benz,
chillin' with their hair slicked back, collars in.
Go rock the body kit with the 20 inch rims
or hit the dancefloor,
pray the ladies bend, bend.
See by now I know what you're all gonna say,
that who the hell am i to be judging this way?
Well, in my own defence, I would just like to say
that, son, like a sucker you will surely get played.
And, if it's by your girl, or your friends or some dude,
it's just it's incorrect where you put your values.
You won't get no respect with your bad attitude.
Don't even try begin,
boy, you're just too rude.
you're just too rude...
This is my gratitude.
Written by: Mathew McHugh
