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vitalucci - all outta bread lyrics

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now i got holes in my shoes
looking like a sandal
d+mn fool

counting quarters just to get a sample
brand new, brand name, it′s worth a gamble
can do, without the t or else the van’s full

it′s the hunger games
stomach always growling
bottles never poppin at the bottom
not an option
what’s a mother f+ckin vacation
counting paper, stack it up
not enough, the first you gotta give it up

i’ve had enough of this
of working nine to five
still workin when i get off
i′ll be working till i die
i wonder if i woulda started sooner
could i fly
what if i never lost my pops
yeah that′s always on my mind

what if i read a book
applied myself in school
what if i took the red pill
instead of breaking all the rules
i ruled out college as an option
opted outta graduating and became a teenage
dad with empty pockets

i gotta hit or is it floppin
first track i got it droppin
first class, bird bath
fresh whip, and then a watch
are at the bottom of my wish list
quick wit hands full
bringing grocery bags in
peanut b+tter jam wooo

i’m all outta bread
i′m all outta bread
i’m all outta bread
will i ever get ahead

i′m all outta bread
i’m all outta bread
i′m all outta bread
and it’s going to my head

i borrowed a dime
the car ain’t mine
the cards declined
still make your girls carpet cry
so far to climb
still workin on the bars to rhyme
i′m writing three tracks a week
it′s only part time

i ain’t got a booth
record under a blanket
can′t sit down
bumpin shoulders with a hanger
knock, knock, knock
i guess i’m p+ssing off the neighbors
bass so i broke the mirror on their sink sh+t

you break it you buy
you gotta write a check
the way to provide it
decline never accept
can′t make it to friday
ass already in debt
pretend to get by
now they’re coming to collect

forget about it
come incorrect about it
they make five calls a day
they get a disconnect about it
i got ramen on the plate
here come the intercept about it
now they hauling me away
i′m gettin 3 more meals up out it

between the bail bonds
and the no show
now i got no job
and i got no dough
and i be calling moms
and i be calling bro
another hand out
another low blow

another late night looking for a band
another day lost tryin to fit in
to this society that’s giving me anxiety
at least i got enough to get some
peanut b+tter jam

i’m all outta bread
i′m all outta bread
i′m all outta bread
will i ever get ahead

i’m all outta bread
i′m all outta bread
i’m all outta bread
and it′s going to my head

i gotta hit or is it floppin
first track i got it droppin
first class, bird bath
fresh whip, and then a watch
are at the bottom of my wish list
quick wit hands full
bringing grocery bags in
peanut b+tter jam wooo

i’m all outta bread
i′m all outta bread
i’m all outta bread
will i ever get ahead

i’m all outta bread
i′m all outta bread
i′m all outta bread
and it’s going to my head

- vitalucci lyrics

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