Ell Ess Two

On a money of my plateau

You could leave me and let me go

But I wouldn't want to fight

And I wouldn't let you go

'Cause the money, you know, won't show

And the size that you know won't go

So, why are you complaining top?

You need a thing I might have

And I need it oh, so bad

If you fish in a man-made lake

You might as well fish in a jacuzzi, and up

There's the money that you leave me for

And the size, they run out the door

So, why are you complaining back?

(Gonna end on this one)