You love to point fingers and claim they're meddling
Hey Pot, meet Kettle
Alright, alright
Be sure to look backwards when you're backpedaling
Wouldn't want you to trip twice
A lot of pretty girls where I come from shoot dope
I guess it's the only way to cope
From their boring ass, middle class lives
There's better past times if you need to get by
The worst thing since diced bread
An old dog shot behind the shed
Living paycheck to paycheck
Society's a brain dead train wreck
And we're all in debt
Most people's greatest accomplishments are their kids
Put pressure on your progeny
Open up a can of worms without a lid
You can gamble on your legacy
Not me
You're a cry for help
You're a cry for help
You're a cry for Hell
Fat Gypsy - A Cry for Help Lyrics
Fat Gypsy - A Cry for Help Lyrics
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You love to point fingers and claim they're meddling
Hey Pot, meet Kettle
Alright, alright
Be sure to look backwards when you're backpedaling
Wouldn't want you to trip twice
A lot of pretty girls where I come from shoot dope
I guess it's the only way to cope
From their boring ass, middle class lives
There's better past times if you need to get by
The worst thing since diced bread
An old dog shot behind the shed
Living paycheck to paycheck
Society's a brain dead train wreck
And we're all in debt
Most people's greatest accomplishments are their kids
Put pressure on your progeny
Open up a can of worms without a lid
You can gamble on your legacy
Not me
You're a cry for help
You're a cry for help
You're a cry for Hell
Hey Pot, meet Kettle
Alright, alright
Be sure to look backwards when you're backpedaling
Wouldn't want you to trip twice
A lot of pretty girls where I come from shoot dope
I guess it's the only way to cope
From their boring ass, middle class lives
There's better past times if you need to get by
The worst thing since diced bread
An old dog shot behind the shed
Living paycheck to paycheck
Society's a brain dead train wreck
And we're all in debt
Most people's greatest accomplishments are their kids
Put pressure on your progeny
Open up a can of worms without a lid
You can gamble on your legacy
Not me
You're a cry for help
You're a cry for help
You're a cry for Hell
Writer: Matthew Bowe
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid