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Still Broke
Original Sample: Katie Nash - Merry Happy
Written, Remixed and Produced by Matt Okine

Film Clip features Matt Okine, Marissa Wynne & Mr Chips.
Written, Directed & Edited by Matt Okine
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LYRICS

Tony Sopranos in the penthouse again,
where the whiskers? someone let this cat out the bag,
and if I could maybe pen out a plan,
write a three act, then maybe I could get out at this pad,

got no money, like nothing at all,
call me a Holden fan cos I can never afford,
green tea, ice creams, waffle cones,
got a piece so rusty it's about to throw a phone,

but I love it,

ten trip saver in my pocket,
wish I didn't lose my shit over cabcharge dockets,
Overdrawn, I'm a bad-ass comic,
and chicks lose their shit when I rock it,

wanna be on that food like salt n pepper,
wanna be on that Brunei sultan paper,
wanna see baht like a foxtel playlist,
But now I can't even afford Foxtel basics.

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*CHORUS*
Friends call me disco
Chicks call me disco
Poor like I'm disco, (eating cheese on toast)
ball like I'm disco,
on this on this on this,
dance floor like I'm disco,

Merry merry happy,
yeh I'm still happy rapping,
even though I'm still broke.
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Am I ever gonna ever make cash money?
Are they ever gonna ever take tax from me?
Cash flow like an afro tap, bro.
well dry. like always flat broke.

I got friends with more money than god, man.
I got friends who call money a god send,
I got friends who calling on me to stop them
Shots at the bar! Like - bro, it ain't an option,

and I love it.

late nights. stage lights. state flights.
playfights. chase like all of the hype, all of the hype,
tastes right, taking off like plane rides,
never any pay left, one day I'll get paid right.

Chicks in the harbour, joking like "your famous".
Yeh that's why my bank accounts skinnier than Kate Moss.
laugh hard when I told them what my name was,
but I'm like, "so cereal, girl" - Tori Amos!

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yoga for my money,
gotta make the dollar stretch,
spirits and a three course,
blame it on the overheads,

waste it on a keyboard,
claim it on the soberless,
empty spreadsheets,
so lonely when I go to bed

kill my cash moneys,
so wrap it all in plastic
put my thoughts in a bottle it,
head to Adelaide to cash it,

still wanna make the songs,
still want the acting
Still up front,
but I'd kill for some backing,

and dudes in my ear, like.
telling me to give up.
saying "if you just stick to comedy you'll blow up!"

Guess I'm not for big league,
you can call me Stuart Law,
there's just too much,
Waugh politics to move up.

I'ma keep on grill on,
I'ma do it all the same,
until the loaf runs out.

It's all good.

Script shows, spit jokes, and still broke,

at least i'll still be.