You’re same old Bobby, same old bee
Well they ain't got nothing on me
The same old clutch, same old streets
Yeah they ain’t got nothing on me
And easy come and easy go
We aren’t true I told you so
We just waiting for your doom
But I ain’t true I told you so
When your dead end job
Been eating away your life
You feel a little inside
The trouble in stride
And now you spend your evenings
Searching for another life
And yeah I think you’ve...
I think you’ve got them in your eyes
Ow easy

Easy easy
There’s no need to take that tone
Easy
I’m on the telephone
And I just need to know

No I should’ve kept my receipts
Cause it’s time we jump
It’s been on for a week
A lot of test come see my money
When positivity seems hard reach
I keep my head down and my mouth shut
Cause if you're going through hell
We just keep going
You’re easy
So easy
You’re easy
Man, just leave us alone?
I’ll be one minute on the phone