Family Force 5 - Paycheck (Riley Friesen Remix) Lyrics
I’m broke, broke as a jokeThinking ‘bout moving back in with my folksWalked away from my house noteWatched my bank account go up in smokeI’m in a mess with the IRS,Still watching my movies on the VHSGod blessAmericaI'm a gangsta thanks to yaI shoulda been a baller, shot callerBut I’m just blue collarI got my job in GeorgiaTryin’ to get a piece of that peach cobblerChasing down that paperNeed a money-makerSpend my life lookin’ for a discountNow I thank God for the handoutI can't afford to live this wayI barely live off what I makeRunning round for moneyBegging on my kneesLiving paycheck to paycheckTo paycheck to paycheckGet the moneyGet the cash3 sweaters…a coat, I can’t keep my heat onGot nothing eat onNever heard of vacationI think they give those away on the radio stationI work my fingers to the boneNo days off, and I ain’t comin' homeI got a piece a paper in the mail todaySaid I still got a balance that I got to payI shoulda been a baller, shot callerBut I’m just blue collerI got my job in GeorgiaTryin’ to get a piece of that peach cobblerChasing down that paperNeed a money-makerI spent my life lookin’ for a discountNow I thank God for the handoutsWe’ll be okDon’t you worry babyWe go’n get paidYou can bet your bottom dollar on itDon’t be afraid'Cause I'll make it rainIt’s our lucky day‘Cause I found some changeOh oh oh ohI got a paycheck
