Didn't write no lyrics for this song
Couldn't make a hit
Didn't write no lyrics
They're after me
My contracts split
My little brain
Couldn't think of anything good
Now I'm on the run
Mr. Manager do what he should
Send out the man
F*ck I'm out of luck
My last day is near
You wont see me again
That contract
Put a gun to my head
Fought to my last breath
But I knew Id be dead
CONTRACT!