Rum Row
Well I jumped in the fray
I knew what to be
It's easy to see what that's done to me
Up and down and backwards
We've been running through the hazards
I ain't stupid, I'm just plastered
Tryna break out of the pattern
I've been drifting on a Sunday dream, and don't forget it
Told that I'm not what I seem to be
Indebted to a politician's actions
The glass has started cracking
Buddy, dropping off the grid'll get you killed
Don't try to catch me in the act
I'll give it to ya if you ask
Can't you see what's happening here?
Oh, baby, let me make it clear
I'm the Jack of all trades, you're the master of none
We're the last two flowers underneath the sun
But I would trade you to the devil for a bottle of rum
Aren't you proud of what I've become
Love it or hate it, I don't really care
I could give a shit when you stop and stare
I doubt you could change a thing to change the way that I live
Walkin' among em and talkin' like one of em
It's starting to come up
I can't hold my tongue
Oh, I woke up this morning and I didn't have a fuck to give
Don't try to catch me in the act
I'll give it to ya if you ask
Can't you see what's happening here?
Oh, baby, let me make it clear
I'm a cold hearted son of a bitch
I'll stir up some trouble, make fun of your kids
Don't you worry, I'm just taking the piss
And when it comes around, I'ma end it like this
I knew what to be
It's easy to see what that's done to me
Up and down and backwards
We've been running through the hazards
I ain't stupid, I'm just plastered
Tryna break out of the pattern
I've been drifting on a Sunday dream, and don't forget it
Told that I'm not what I seem to be
Indebted to a politician's actions
The glass has started cracking
Buddy, dropping off the grid'll get you killed
Don't try to catch me in the act
I'll give it to ya if you ask
Can't you see what's happening here?
Oh, baby, let me make it clear
I'm the Jack of all trades, you're the master of none
We're the last two flowers underneath the sun
But I would trade you to the devil for a bottle of rum
Aren't you proud of what I've become
Love it or hate it, I don't really care
I could give a shit when you stop and stare
I doubt you could change a thing to change the way that I live
Walkin' among em and talkin' like one of em
It's starting to come up
I can't hold my tongue
Oh, I woke up this morning and I didn't have a fuck to give
Don't try to catch me in the act
I'll give it to ya if you ask
Can't you see what's happening here?
Oh, baby, let me make it clear
I'm a cold hearted son of a bitch
I'll stir up some trouble, make fun of your kids
Don't you worry, I'm just taking the piss
And when it comes around, I'ma end it like this
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Writer(s): Jack Vitek
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