Cash (The Heartbreak Song)

Cruisin’ with the top down, know what it’s like Chillin’ out no doubt no yellow stripe Down my back even though you be hurtin’ me so Damn right I’m still mad cuz you jerkin’ me though You got the nerve to ask if friendship is an issue Guaranteed, you ain’t even there to hand me a tissue To wipe my fool tears so I just don’t cry Just as well cuz I think that I would rather die Than to feel the way you make me feel It was good but it was you with the final seal You know what I’m sayin’?  You shoulda been lookin’ Too late now, cuz you can’t smell what Zeus is cookin’ For you it’s a dish that is best served cold It ain’t revenge even though revenge is sweet I’m told Or maybe it is either way you know I can’t tell They say the best revenge is living well Doing swell but look at what you did toss Into the lake let me tell you that it’s your loss Such a shame it didn’t work If it’d been me such a jerk Hook: You know you broke my heart, but that’s okay Cuz it’s good I learned to feel this way Got no love for you nothing left to say Cuz you threw my love away 2x You think you’re the cream of the crop, the Tigger Doll Started swallowing so much, now you’re the bigger doll You’ll take the quicker fall than most that fight me Your hands will end up around your neck like Spike Lee Getting into battle with the original master You can’t dodge my bullets unless you move faster The rapid fire blaster making me number one And as Zeus done wrote it, so shall it be done You can’t run, used to laying on your back In the back of a two door, or some college student’s mat Needing relief from the truth? Look to the skies Another reminder of getting laid by five guys Don’t make excuses I ain’t paying any mind You didn’t really care when they were spankin’ your behind Seek and ye shall find why I rhyme with such emotion My lyrics’ll make you feel so loose you’ll need some lotion Beggin’ for potions but the motions that you multiply With so many others your double standards surely fly Such a great friend always missing the alert And when I really needed you, you left me in the dirt Hook 2x You know my love is like cash, an ATM card swipe It’s moolah, or wampum when we smokum peace pipe My skills make you sing, do-re-miin’ Yo it’s like cha-ching, when you be seein’ Dough that be turnin’ into bread Greenbacks, without ‘em you’d already be dead You got the Washingtons they be buying you things But if you want bigger things, it’s the new Benjamins Currency, the francs, for wedding bells Drachma, the Euro, or some lady’s shells Mexico with the peso, London with the pound Maybe in a barter, you could use a cow Then Mongolia, they got the Togrog Got so much money maybe you should go for a jog See what you would have if you would have been willing? Your own secret stash of all my schillings Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 02:44 AM PST   20 • 0 • 8