30 Foot Fall Locash Lyrics

Locash Lyrics





When my dad was 25,

he had a helpless 2.5.

And our city was still growing,

and they had no way of knowing

that this place would turn to shit

and they'd have to hand it to their kids.



Enter the 25 year old me

whose eyes still have yet to see

what's to gain

from minimum wage



Productivity!

And I'm still learning to barely survive.

Getting used to scraping by.



So what's it like to not be broke?

Where'd the money go?

Don't ask me 'cause I don't know.



So where'd the money go?

Well don't ask me 'cause I don't know!

But the old regime is living well,

and I'm running out of things to sell out to!

Kid, I hate to have to fuck somebody hard,

or you compromise your spirit,

or you commercialize your art.



And if you only live for cash,

well then you can kiss my ass,

because you are the problem here!

Am I making myself clear?

Am I making myself clear?



So what's it like to not be broke?

Where'd the money go?

Don't ask me 'cause I don't know.



So what's it like to not be broke?

Where'd the money go?

Don't ask me 'cause I don't know.



Where'd the money go?

Don't ask me 'cause I don't know. <i>[x2]