been fighting’ all morning with
a’ttrny’s and gout
and them beady-eyed little mothers
from ‘da record comp’ny
now I’m here at lunch to play
your ’session score
(two-to-four)
and by time we done
I gave you’re same **** dollars
to the ex-wife
least whichever one
climb on top
of that grand hill
legacy I tell ‘ya
ain’t nothing else feel like it
- Stockwell 2026