Cala Cola

I grew up in some hand me down clothes
how quickly i grew out of those
My mother's as broke as it goes
I'm not the wealthiest man, I suppose

And I'm thinking that it just don't taste quite right
ten bucks for a coca-cola seems pretty overpriced
And I'm tired of my bedless nights
but I'm trying to make it all right

And so I'm

Spending money on cars
Spending money on clothes
Spending money on cereal
Spending money on hoes

So we take money from churches
Taking money for crack
We take money from charities
and we won't give it back
No we won't give it back

I'll admit I'm a good looking man
with a stolen revolver in hand
I'll hop in the get away van
now my life working just as I planned

And I'm thinking that my drink tastes just right
with my rum & coca-cola and ladies on the side
And I don't have no sleepless nights
Cuz this improved life is all right

Because I'm

Spending money on cars
Spending money on clothes
Spending money on cereal
Spending money on hoes

So we take money from churches
Taking money for crack
We take money from charities
and we won't give it back
No we won't give it back

I won't throw it away
my hard earned money
for you

And we won't give it back.