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Pusher pusher pusher pusher Push it push it push it push it

Ho-oo Ho-oo Ho-oo

Ho-oo Ho-oo Ho-oo

Cryin' into pillows Thinkin' bout bills, ah Wantin' cheap thrills, and Cuttin' up tills

Work in the mornin' Baby got blues
Wantin' good news, but No money no shoes

Fightin' over fishbones, cause Cupboards are bare, yeah Fightin' over air, but
Nobody cares

Men'll push harder, so
Keep payin' those dues, yeah Payin' for clues, yeah

And frayin' that noose

And she's tryin' to keep movin' Tryin' to break free
Tryin' to keep movin'
Tryin' to esprit

Tryin' to keep movin' Trying to break free Tryin' to be provin' Lyin' to make ‘em see

Tryin' to make, tryin' to make, tryin' to make it baby
Fryin' the steak, hidin' the bake, wantin' to push it further oo-oh Tryin' to make, tryin' to make, tryin' to make it baby
Lyin' to take, sighin' to break, somebody's always beatin'

On you On you Ho-oo

Waitin' for the beatdown, they're Knockin' at the door, and Shuttin' that store, and
Asking for more

Bleedin' at the fingers, she's Sellin' them pills
Sellin' them thrills, just Tryin' pay Bill

Don't think if the shoe was On the other foot, they'd Do what they could, to Get void of the hood, a

Lady in waiting, she Hopes for the day, when Crime does pay, and
No judge can sway

This life
Keepin' that bounty movin', groovin' On you
Boxin' an' glovin', soothin', soothin' Oh, this life
Peddle and porter, carter carter
On you
Saddle up, gallop, harder, harder Oh, this life

And she's tryin' to keep movin' Tryin' to break free
Tryin' to keep movin'
Tryin' to esprit

Tryin' to keep movin' Trying to break free Tryin' to be provin' Lyin' to make ‘em see

And she's tryin'
Fly and keep movin' Sigh but don't breathe Hope you keep groovin' Higher than he

My you're life's ruined If you OD
Now you be screwin' What's your Plan B

Tryin' to make, tryin' to make, tryin' to make it baby
Fryin' the steak, hidin' the bake, wantin' to push it further oo-oh Tryin' to make, tryin' to make, tryin' to make it baby
Lyin' to take, sighin' to break, everything's going under

On you

Spoken: What you lookin' at me for, I ain't got no more what am I supposed to do here I ain't got nowhere to live now I got a kid to feed man gimmie a break

It's hopeless no one cares and why should they Huh goddammit I ain't got nothin' goin' for me, so, y'know I gotta do what I gotta do

Ooh
She's a working class, she's a baller
Meetin' Midnight Man, or evening caller
When the chips are down, what you gonna do Suck a can o' beans, or try a new cuisine

Don't you think she's fine With her hair down
Wavy new grenades
To blow the rich up

Now the stakes are high, got to double fry Droppin' pillow charms, while droppin' acid sun

Got to make new friends Get their hearts up
Fill their bellies full
With tasty tarts, oh

Did you taste the pain, can you smell my rain Drippin' on your brow, how do ya like me now

All these newfound things Last a minute
Then you're back in red Tryin' to wing it Desperate times indeed Desperate minds in need Life can never be

Life will never be free

Oh no Hey Never Be free For me

And I know
I am all alone
I ain't got nobody Got no one

I ain't got, nobody Got no one
I'm done

And she's tryin'