"Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked, Money don't grow on trees. But even still I can't say much Because I know we're all the same, Oh yes we've all got to satisfy those thrills. I saw a preacher man in cuffs he'd taken money from the church, He's got this bank account with righteous dollar bills. So I turned on the TV And flipped it over to the news, And what I saw I almost couldn't comprehend. Now a couple hours passed And I was sitting at my house, The day was winding down and coming to an end. No there ain't no rest for the wicked, Until we close our eyes for good". I know I can't slow down, I can't hold back, Though you know, I wish I could. I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed, There ain't nothing in this world for free. He said "There ain't no rest for the wicked, Money don't grow on trees. He said "Give me all you've got I want your money not your life, But if you try to make a move I won't think twice." I said "You can have my cash But first you know I got to ask What made you want to live this kind of life?" Then he walks up from behind And puts a gun up to my head, He made it clear he wasn't looking for a fight. Not even fifteen minutes later I'm still walking down the street, When I saw a shadow of a man creep out of sight. She said "I've never seen a man Who looks so all alone, Could you use a little company? If you pay the right price Your evening will be nice, And you can go and send me on my way." I said "You're such a sweet young thing Why you do this to yourself?" She looked at me and this is what she said, "Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked, Money don't grow on trees. I was walking down the street, When out the corner of my eye I saw a pretty little thing approaching me.
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