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Track 7 off the 'Ringwood Rich' EP. LYRICS BELOW

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LYRICS

Verse 1.

My ex bitch use to tell me to get a job, my ex bitch used to tell me music isn't a career dog,

Hustle me all the time, while I'm writing my lines, she wasn't happy in the slums, I had overdue fines,

I would, contemplate getting a apprenticeship, for our relationship, call it quits on this music shit,

Hit the muscle labour, minimum wage paper, wasn't in my nature but for her I would of catered,

Ah, read the local leader looking weekly, for my sweetie, so we could make a peace treaty,

A plumber called me up, had my first interview, got nervous, got high, fucking blew it dude,

Her anger stewed, sky rocketed beyond the moon, couple other small factors had her leaving before noon,

I stared out my window while I watched night consume, thinking of a decent reason to venture out my room,


Hook 1.

You gotta make the money to keep a honey, you gotta make the money ain't nothing funny when comes to honeys,

You gotta make the money to keep a honey, you gotta make the money ain't nothing funny when comes to honeys,

You gotta make the money to keep a honey, you gotta make the money ain't nothing funny when comes to honeys,

You gotta make the money to keep a honey, you gotta make that money to keep a honey, aint nothing funny.


Verse 2.

Wasn't ready for another girl, only had appetite for drinking in abundance till I hurled,

I was, stuck sitting writing depressing lyrics, wishing she was here in spirit but certain there wasn't a snippet,

Parents on my back now, get employment or your out, ciao, so I printed a little resume down,

Went to town, eastland, the shopping centre of ringwood, handed A4's out, while looked i distinguished,

Called by the toy shop, come in for trail chop chop, dropped the phone told my pop, got props,

Attained a position, working mainly with women, on my first shift, the prettiest girl climbed in my vision,

Way out of my league, became friends indeed, she was older than me but such a unique breed,

Talked about computer games, couple comics and music, she loved music, I said she really loved music,


Hook 2.

You gotta make the money to keep a honey, you gotta make the money ain't nothing funny when comes to honeys,

You gotta make the money to keep a honey, but she really like music, she really likes music,

You gotta make the money to keep a honey, you gotta make the money ain't nothing funny when comes to honeys,

You gotta make the money to keep a honey, but she really like music, she really likes music


Verse 3.

It's my 21st birthday, hip hip hooray, had a party in my backyard with friends and family,

Big speakers, bbq, lot of drinks, lot of jays, reminiscing on old days in our school phase,

In came the pretty honey I invited from work, chilled as always, payed her out, damn I'm jerk,

Half way through the night, I was drunk as hell, massive headache, couldn't bare another story tell,

Boom, landed vertical on my spread, rubbing my temples, smiggin of spew on my threads,

In walked you know who, layed next to me to, said she was drunk, I said love you too,

She smiled then our lips connected, highly unexpected, ever since I've been infected,

And anytime I ever ask "do you like what I do" she says it doesn't matter what you do, I like you.


Hook 3.

You gotta make the money to keep a honey, you gotta make the money ain't nothing funny when comes to honeys,

Unless that honey don't want your money, she just funny, nothing come between you, her and the music.

You gotta make the money to keep a honey, you gotta make the money ain't nothing funny when comes to honeys,

Unless that honey don't want your money, she just funny, nothing come between you, her and the music.