Lock Stock and Barrel

Okay

Wake up, eight:35

I gotta unsubscribe from the New York Times

'Cause I'm losing sleep over the last receipt

Two dollars a week, well that's news to me

Get it

Two dollars a week, 100 for a year

I could be informed or buy 100 beers

I could get fucked up

Or read about how fucked up my life is

So I've decided that it's time

To cancel the news and buy the brews

And while I'm at that throw away my shoes

'Cause I can rock flip flops at half the cost

And I can look into the sun and throw away my watch

I got a car full of coupons

Saving like a soccer mom

Japanese minivan call that shit a sake bomb

Hitting up the supermarket grab a couple coffee cups

I fill 'em up with free samples

That's a free lunch

Lock stock and barrel I never needed a handgun

Luxury apparel I never needed to wear some

Nothing on my wrist I never wanted to cop drip

Talking 'bout my hookups I never needed to say 'bitch

Everybody talking 'bout sex drugs and handguns

All I got to offer are oak trees and shotguns

Little different in the woods where I come from

Let me tell you what I do where my blood runs

Make moves in the middle class

I could tell you 'bout my car but it doesn't drive fast

I make moves in the middle class

No I'm not about the Gucci, more about the Gap

I make moves in the middle class

I could tell you 'bout my car but it doesn't drive fast

I make moves in the middle class

I earn 15 an hour and pray that it's cash

Now I bop down the aisle and only buy carbs

The rest of the list is growing in my yard

With a ho and some hose I can show you how to garden

Grow groceries and save in supermarkets

All this, living in the middle so perfect

Loving every minute

Thank public school for this culture

Learning 'bout my place as I watch kids smoulder