Flies on Shit
This crazy cat I knew so long ago
Said hey my good brother what's become of you
I went on to tell him about the last 12 years
And how i'd barely seemed to've gotten by
He just got paroled, he'd done his time
And he asked me if I could spare a dime
Like flies on shit
Like water to wine
I may be broke
But I'm doing fine
Like flies on shit
Like water to wine
I may be broke
But I'm doing fine
Silvia was a prom queen back in '82
She had long blond hair and pretty blue eyes
Now she's turning tricks on 8th and 40 Deuce
She kinda lost her edge when she was giving head
Thinking silver screens and chimes of hollyewood
But talk is cheap and dreamings' no damn good
Like flies on shit
Like water to wine
I may still be single
But I'm doing fine
Like flies on shit
Like water to wine
I'm still single
And I'm doing fine
My best friend's sister's cousin started dealing weed
He's about to graduate to smack
He bought himself a mansion and a fancy car
He's finding it hard to pay for six feet underground
He found himself a bullet signed by Escobar
And now his bodies rotting in a lost and found
Like flies on shit
Like water to wine
I'm alive and kickin'
And I'm doing fine
Said hey my good brother what's become of you
I went on to tell him about the last 12 years
And how i'd barely seemed to've gotten by
He just got paroled, he'd done his time
And he asked me if I could spare a dime
Like flies on shit
Like water to wine
I may be broke
But I'm doing fine
Like flies on shit
Like water to wine
I may be broke
But I'm doing fine
Silvia was a prom queen back in '82
She had long blond hair and pretty blue eyes
Now she's turning tricks on 8th and 40 Deuce
She kinda lost her edge when she was giving head
Thinking silver screens and chimes of hollyewood
But talk is cheap and dreamings' no damn good
Like flies on shit
Like water to wine
I may still be single
But I'm doing fine
Like flies on shit
Like water to wine
I'm still single
And I'm doing fine
My best friend's sister's cousin started dealing weed
He's about to graduate to smack
He bought himself a mansion and a fancy car
He's finding it hard to pay for six feet underground
He found himself a bullet signed by Escobar
And now his bodies rotting in a lost and found
Like flies on shit
Like water to wine
I'm alive and kickin'
And I'm doing fine
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Writer(s): Henri Froelich
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