Texty:
One Dollar Short Eight Days Way

winters day I carry with me we're a telephone conversation a long distance song of injury it's fast approacting the hour the stroke of one last midnight

and yet again it's the colour red From what I've seen I'll take my chances alone Run while you still can it's safer this way From what I've seen I'll

We went out last night Didn't go as planned Dropped you off around 12 Car doors slammed No look back I said I was sorry You didn't say goodnight What

I am bleeding, there is blood on my hands On every knife in the kitchen drawers bloodstained scissors on the bedroom floor can anybody hear me, I don

mark? Where are you at this very moment? Where will you be this time next year? Where will you be in 10 years time? What if you just had one more day

I found a photo of us today The memories they came flooding back Blowing out birthday candles I was dressed as superman and you were a shining star We

you back to the time of '89 Pops sendin money in lines from out of state But too late, I'm on the corner now way past eight Better they be on the look

fetti) that's why I'm gon' call this fedex (fedex) It's all about moola (moola) that money (money) scrilla (scrilla) All mighty motherfucking dollar (all mighty dollar

old shit Another day, another dollar, another case to catch [Chorus] [Verse 7: Rasheed] Philly to South Park met him at Hillwood Graduate eighty-eight