Lyrics
How about that
How about that
You thought you were a violin
Plucked your strings
One by one
Now you are a useless thing
Everyone knows you stole all my shit and left me out to die, man
Not a damn lie 'bout how you gave me almost everything, man
Ohh
Just get your money straight with me
Hey!
All along
Down the road
You thought you made a fool of me
Been aware
Of your knick knacks
My fault for not doin a thing
War and Peace chapter sixteen
Tolstoy fucked your father
Rolling all around inside his gravestone
You wish you were a player
Just get your ass on out of here
Hey!
Everyone knows you stole all my shit and left me out to die, man
Not a damn lie 'bout how you gave me almost everything, man
Ohh
Just get your money straight with me
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Just get your money straight with me
Everyone knows you stole all my shit and left me out to die, man
Not a damn lie 'bout how you gave me almost everything, man
Ohh
Just get your money straight with me
Hey!