Spare Change
Wyatt Goodrich
(Verse)
Tournament '99
With you I fantasize
Lives that I will not live
Under my bed a shiv
Under my legs some scars
I don’t remember cutting
I was too high on Mars
And now I'm feeling something
Crawling up on my arms
Crawling to fill the ceiling
And this money is from dealing
I'm not talking ’bout cards
Know you're lurking on my page
Bitch I know I am the star
Drag racing through the fields
Take a bump in my car
And my car smells like bag
You will not find no bars