Rollin' Billy
How can I trust you anymore
How can I trust you anymore
You had your chance, you made us dance
Reckoning is knocking at your door
Meet Billy Kidd, aged sixteen
Born in the 6, now living with the Heat
Only child, living lowkey
Ain't too rich, but he could always eat
One day, heard a gunshot
Mom got popped, in her own yard
Lived on, but she wished not
But she could not, negs on her card
Three jobs, didn't pay right
So the dad swiped, 24602's
His ID, in the county
Like Valjean, his life's through
Fam gone, Billy's dumped out
Gotta fend now, get on the roll
Billy Kidd, aged eighteen
Broke his soul, to have a bowl
Billy'd be fine if it wasn't for the guns
Billy'd be fine if he wasn't left on his ones
Billy'd be fine if it wasn't for the bills
Billy'd be fine if it wasn't for the steals
Billy'd be fine if they had good souls
Billy'd be fine if they did their roles
Now Billy gon' roll
Billy gon' toll
Billy on dole
Billy gone broke
Hot damn
How can I trust you anymore
How can I trust you anymore
You had your chance, you made us dance
Now there's bodies lying on the floor
Billy Kidd, aged nineteen
Kept quite clean, living on the rise
Paycheck, not enormous
Held promise, and he spent it wise
One day, running to work
Ran a stop sign, now it's ticket time
No cash, but he kept paying
Fees jumped up, now he's confined
Set free, but he got sacked
Lost his shack, now he's on the street
No shelters, no portas
No benches, nowhere to sleep
Billy Kidd, aged nineteen
Kept quite clean, living on the rise
Now dead, in the gutter
Can you guess, who brought his demise
Billy'd be fine if it wasn't for the pay
Billy'd be fine if he had a good wage
Billy'd be fine if it wasn't for the jail
Billy'd be fine if it wasn't for the bail
Billy'd be fine if Congress had spines
Billy'd be fine if it weren't for them swines
Billy gon' cry
Billy gon' fly
Billy gon' die
Billy go bye
Hot damn
Billy go, Billy go
Imagine you were an idiot
And imagine you were a member of Congress
But I repeat myself
Twain
Billy'd be fine if they did their roles
Billy'd be fine if they had good souls
Billy'd be fine if it weren't for them swines
Billy'd be fine if Congress had spines
Billy'd be fine if they weren't such cowards
Billy'd be fine if they used their power
Billy got skewed
Billy got duped
Billy got screwed
Billy got, ah
Goodbye Billy
How can I trust you anymore
You had your chance, you made us dance
Reckoning is knocking at your door
Meet Billy Kidd, aged sixteen
Born in the 6, now living with the Heat
Only child, living lowkey
Ain't too rich, but he could always eat
One day, heard a gunshot
Mom got popped, in her own yard
Lived on, but she wished not
But she could not, negs on her card
Three jobs, didn't pay right
So the dad swiped, 24602's
His ID, in the county
Like Valjean, his life's through
Fam gone, Billy's dumped out
Gotta fend now, get on the roll
Billy Kidd, aged eighteen
Broke his soul, to have a bowl
Billy'd be fine if it wasn't for the guns
Billy'd be fine if he wasn't left on his ones
Billy'd be fine if it wasn't for the bills
Billy'd be fine if it wasn't for the steals
Billy'd be fine if they had good souls
Billy'd be fine if they did their roles
Now Billy gon' roll
Billy gon' toll
Billy on dole
Billy gone broke
Hot damn
How can I trust you anymore
How can I trust you anymore
You had your chance, you made us dance
Now there's bodies lying on the floor
Billy Kidd, aged nineteen
Kept quite clean, living on the rise
Paycheck, not enormous
Held promise, and he spent it wise
One day, running to work
Ran a stop sign, now it's ticket time
No cash, but he kept paying
Fees jumped up, now he's confined
Set free, but he got sacked
Lost his shack, now he's on the street
No shelters, no portas
No benches, nowhere to sleep
Billy Kidd, aged nineteen
Kept quite clean, living on the rise
Now dead, in the gutter
Can you guess, who brought his demise
Billy'd be fine if it wasn't for the pay
Billy'd be fine if he had a good wage
Billy'd be fine if it wasn't for the jail
Billy'd be fine if it wasn't for the bail
Billy'd be fine if Congress had spines
Billy'd be fine if it weren't for them swines
Billy gon' cry
Billy gon' fly
Billy gon' die
Billy go bye
Hot damn
Billy go, Billy go
Imagine you were an idiot
And imagine you were a member of Congress
But I repeat myself
Twain
Billy'd be fine if they did their roles
Billy'd be fine if they had good souls
Billy'd be fine if it weren't for them swines
Billy'd be fine if Congress had spines
Billy'd be fine if they weren't such cowards
Billy'd be fine if they used their power
Billy got skewed
Billy got duped
Billy got screwed
Billy got, ah
Goodbye Billy
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Writer(s): Samson Afolabi
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