Payday Song Lyrics

Payday by Yard Act

What constitutes a ghetto? Huh?
Is it growing your own lettuces in the potholes on the road
Do the locals have to eat them all if they don’t sell ’em
I call potholes concrete meadows of the soul

What constitutes a ghetto fetish? Eh?
Is it growing your own lettuces but not filling in the potholes
The local council will be getting an earful believe me
I call their lugholes concrete bollards to the soul

We all make the samе sound when we get mowеd down
And there are starving children in Africa so go send your toy guns to Bosnia

Take the money, take the money, take the money and run
Take the money, take the money, take the money and run
Take the money, take the money, take the money and treat your husband right

What constitutes real change? Huh?
Are we even vaguely aware of when we’ll terminate the muse?
If all offers are final, then how is it even possible
For you to be both flush and completely principled

Yeah well, I didn’t do any of it for you
I did it for the little boys and girls
Pulling lettuce from the potholes hosing off the engine oil
Wax apples at Christmas, next year they’re sniffing glue
All of a sudden, I was blinded by a powerful light
Whoo

Take the money, take the money, take the money and run
Take the money, take the money, take the money and run
Take the money, take the money, take the money and run
Take the money, take the money, take the money and treat your mother right