Change by Tbs Clout Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sell your soul for a dollar and some change
Fuck the world, they ain't ever gon' change
Politics got a young boy trippin'
Left side, right side, I ain't fit in
Every day is the goddamn same
Ain't nobody take the goddamn blame
This world got me sick to my stomach
Pretty soon 'til we all damn plummet
Oh well now, guess I'll go to hell now
Got my soul and I think I'm 'bout to sell now
On the edge and I'm hangin' by a tightrope
Let go 'cause I never ever had hope
In the end, I was wrong, now I'm payin' for it
Too cheap, fuck a Benz, I ain't payin' for it
Out of pocket, I ain't fixin' up my damn mouth
Iron City where I'm from, it's the damn south
[Verse 2]
Black Ray-Bans with a bloody boutonniere
Bad lil bitch, nevermind, she a queer
Been pissed off, nothin' goin' my way
'Bout to let loose, gotta make 'em all pay
I'ma show 'em all what they done been doubtin'
I been keepin' score and I done been countin'
Ain't no handshakes to the Aftco *******
Die up in a hole and get fucked by *******
I don't give a damn, I could say it even worse
Fuckin' with my name, bitch, you fuckin' with a curse
I don't half-ass, bitch, I always give a thousand
Bitch, I got the power and it's over nine-thousand
Workin' overtime, I ain't ever get no sleep
Paper to the pen, bitch, I'm goin' fuckin' deep
Why you so mad, bitch, you motherfuckin' changed
Goddamn right, bitch, a motherfucker changed
Sell your soul for a dollar and some change
Fuck the world, they ain't ever gon' change
Politics got a young boy trippin'
Left side, right side, I ain't fit in
Every day is the goddamn same
Ain't nobody take the goddamn blame
This world got me sick to my stomach
Pretty soon 'til we all damn plummet
Oh well now, guess I'll go to hell now
Got my soul and I think I'm 'bout to sell now
On the edge and I'm hangin' by a tightrope
Let go 'cause I never ever had hope
In the end, I was wrong, now I'm payin' for it
Too cheap, fuck a Benz, I ain't payin' for it
Out of pocket, I ain't fixin' up my damn mouth
Iron City where I'm from, it's the damn south
[Verse 2]
Black Ray-Bans with a bloody boutonniere
Bad lil bitch, nevermind, she a queer
Been pissed off, nothin' goin' my way
'Bout to let loose, gotta make 'em all pay
I'ma show 'em all what they done been doubtin'
I been keepin' score and I done been countin'
Ain't no handshakes to the Aftco *******
Die up in a hole and get fucked by *******
I don't give a damn, I could say it even worse
Fuckin' with my name, bitch, you fuckin' with a curse
I don't half-ass, bitch, I always give a thousand
Bitch, I got the power and it's over nine-thousand
Workin' overtime, I ain't ever get no sleep
Paper to the pen, bitch, I'm goin' fuckin' deep
Why you so mad, bitch, you motherfuckin' changed
Goddamn right, bitch, a motherfucker changed