Talkin' $hit
Truth or dare ya wanna play
I've got nothing left to hide
Everybody knows your fake
Want to gamble what's at stake
Tounging money like it's god
Your god is just a game
Just another Judas with a contract
I'm just another dollar, another day
When your blowing up my phone
I can smell you talkin' $hit from here to LA
Who's the band and where's the show
They look a little spry
Do you think they rocknroll
No body listens anymore
If you wanna make a mil
Boy you got to sell your soul
Take a number from me babe
If the party's picking up
My people all want paid
Get your agent on the phone
Cut the deal and sign the check let's
Turn up the radio
See you throwing salt up in my scene
Wine and dine the bottom line
I ain't no puppet on a string
I think you know just what I mean
Trade a collar for the cash
Pay a penny for a stream
What you think we wouldn't notice
Yeah you think I got nothin' to say
When your ivory tower falls
I'll be stomping on your $hit
From here to East bay
Who's the band and where's the show
They look a little spry
Do you think they rocknroll
No body listens anymore
If you wanna make a mil'
Shut up and your soul
Take a number from me babe
If the party's picking up
My people all want paid
Get your lawyer on the phone
Cut the deal and sign the check let's
Turn up the radio
I roll
Feelin' soul
I roll
Turn up the radio
Magic mirror on the wall
Man they say that rock is dead
Well who's the deadest of them all
If your ready grab the dough
Cut the deal and sign the check let's
Turn up the radio
Who's the band and where's the show
They look a little spry
Do you think they rocknroll
No body listens anymore
If you wanna make a mil
Shut up sell your soul
Take a number from me babe
If the party's picking up
My people all want paid
Get your agent on the phone
Cut the deal and sign the check let's
Turn up the radio
Oh oh I'm singing
I roll
Oh Lord I feel it in my soul
Good God you got to let me go
Turn up the radio
I've got nothing left to hide
Everybody knows your fake
Want to gamble what's at stake
Tounging money like it's god
Your god is just a game
Just another Judas with a contract
I'm just another dollar, another day
When your blowing up my phone
I can smell you talkin' $hit from here to LA
Who's the band and where's the show
They look a little spry
Do you think they rocknroll
No body listens anymore
If you wanna make a mil
Boy you got to sell your soul
Take a number from me babe
If the party's picking up
My people all want paid
Get your agent on the phone
Cut the deal and sign the check let's
Turn up the radio
See you throwing salt up in my scene
Wine and dine the bottom line
I ain't no puppet on a string
I think you know just what I mean
Trade a collar for the cash
Pay a penny for a stream
What you think we wouldn't notice
Yeah you think I got nothin' to say
When your ivory tower falls
I'll be stomping on your $hit
From here to East bay
Who's the band and where's the show
They look a little spry
Do you think they rocknroll
No body listens anymore
If you wanna make a mil'
Shut up and your soul
Take a number from me babe
If the party's picking up
My people all want paid
Get your lawyer on the phone
Cut the deal and sign the check let's
Turn up the radio
I roll
Feelin' soul
I roll
Turn up the radio
Magic mirror on the wall
Man they say that rock is dead
Well who's the deadest of them all
If your ready grab the dough
Cut the deal and sign the check let's
Turn up the radio
Who's the band and where's the show
They look a little spry
Do you think they rocknroll
No body listens anymore
If you wanna make a mil
Shut up sell your soul
Take a number from me babe
If the party's picking up
My people all want paid
Get your agent on the phone
Cut the deal and sign the check let's
Turn up the radio
Oh oh I'm singing
I roll
Oh Lord I feel it in my soul
Good God you got to let me go
Turn up the radio
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Writer(s): Martin Bishop
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