Only bored as I get older Find the ways to (cult) Cult of time
Only bored as I get older Find new ways to spend my time
I'm a gold digging man Find my money, find my land I'm a gold digging man I won't rest 'til I buy your land
In sweetness comes suffering I won't rest till I can't breath I can't breath with you Looking at me
I get bored as I get older Can you help me figure this out?
Come on, come on
"I lived on a table, I don't know where to go. I know my friends would, I know where my friends are now. I lived on a farm, yeah. I never lived on a farm. Where did my friends go? Where did my friends go?"
What do you do when you're sleeping? Where do you go when you said: "I don't need nobody on my bond" "I don't need nobody on my bond" Where do your friends go? Where do they see you? What did you want to be? Ah shut the hell Shut your mouth
Writer/s: BRADFORD COX
Publisher: BEGGARS MUSIC, LTD.
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