Sebby Hoppen - The Boss Lyrics

Dont wanna talk about it
Can we forget about it
I wasted time waiting in line
To get a cheque about it
Can we just steal our food
And lynch the holy landlord
We used to get away
But they installed the camera

I wanna fight about it
I wanna fade away
Like im the bitter taste of liquor
In a gatorade
You gotta pay your way
So all we do is stress
Now the lump inside my throat
Has deficated in my chest ahye

I guess you gotta be the boss
I really do not give a toss
Your money better be legit
Dont think i ever will exist

Ill bet that you don't wanna lie here in the floor
Its starting caving like your head
And my aching procastinating jaw
You can catch me on the first train out the door
Ill be riding on the back screaming f*ck it
Like my old mate who isn't with us anymore