Tired of Being Poor

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Recorded in Minneapolis late 2008/early 2009 in Bochek's aprartment, mixed 2011, mastered 2012, released 2014. We move slow. Here ya go...

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released April 26, 2014

All songs by G-Biz
All lyrics by Matt Ernster
G-Biz is Matt Ernster and Bochek
Produced/Mixed by G-Biz
Mastered by Mike Wisiti at Albatross Studio
Cover Photograph by Kathleen Peterson

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Track Name: The Chills
yeah, you know that I’m cool
cause I don’t care that I drool
and yet you know that I rule
cause I will punch you in the face
and yeah you know that I rule
cause I got a big old gun
and yeah you know that I’m cool
with my hot-ass bitch
and yeah you know that I rule
holdin’ fist fulls of cash
and yeah you know that I rule
and I’ll be kickin’ your ass

A to the mutha fuckin’ K home homeboy?
to me an AK is just a fucking toy
suitable for vegans who only eat soy
I’ve been slangin’ one since I was a boy
I got laser beam eyes
and bullet proof skin
I’ll eat up chocolate pies
till you can pop me with a pin

baby you’re so hot you give me chills
would you do me for a couple of bills?
and baby you’re so hot you give me the chills
we should kick it for a couple of thrills.

ah shit, I think you’re super swell
ah shit, all them hoes can go to hell
ah shit, you ring me like a bell
I have a passion for you like the passion of Mel.
We’re walking down the street
and girl I think you’re super neat.
there’s a rainbow in the sky
but I’m staring at your feet.
there’s no one else that can compete
there’s no way you can be beat
cause you’re so damn fly
I’m likin’ you by and by
some other girls look OK sometimes
with a pound of make up
or a big ol’ butt
But you’re so fly that they should die
baby you’re so hot you give me chills
would you do me for a couple of bills?
and baby you so hot you give me the chills
we should kick it for a couple of thrills.
Track Name: Run Down
We run down working 40 a week
We run down working 50 a week
We run down working 60 a week
For 20 straight years making each bone creek
We run down, we run down
Yeah, all of suckers, we all run down

We run down working 40 a week
We run down working 50 a week
We run down working 60 a week
The cash incentive is the devil’s speak
We run down, we run down
Yeah, all of suckers, we all run down

We run down working 40 a week
We run down working 50 a week
We run down working every day of the week
Still unable to make ends meet
We run down, we run down
Struggling through life, we’re all run down

We run down working 40 a week
We run down working 30 a week
We run down working 20 a week
They’ll take us out in one clean sweep
We run down, we run down
With nothing left, we’ll soon be gone
Track Name: Tired of Being Poor
There’s a chemical burn that been a’burnin’ my lungs
With a fire inside like napalm falling on Hmongs
I’ve got to get home cause I’m getting the runs
Then I’ve got to get out cause they’re coming with guns

But I’m having a time like a wino smiling
Grinning with my big blue teeth
There’s a corner in the my room where the bills keep piling
Asking me, “where’s the beef?”.

But I’m getting a little tire of being poor,
But there’s no way in hell I’ll be a corporate whore
So what else is there for a boy to do?
But sell some drugs and have some fun
And for forget about you.
Fuck that shit!
That’s fucking it!
If I go out you’re coming too
And I’m going back to Hell with you.

Stop over compensating for your silly insecurities
Come on people!
You’re digging your own grave with every road you pave.
And that shit really ain’t cool.

This isn’t anything special really.
Like the homeless man down the street
Drinking wine and getting silly willy
Hoping for something to eat

Eventually something is likely to happen,
And it may be nice if it does.
But this mean time is getting a little to mean,
Acting as food for the grubs.

But I’m getting a little tire of being poor,
But there’s no way in hell I’ll be a corporate whore
So can’t get insurance and I’ve cancer. What to do?
You’re killing me America. What’s wrong with you?
Fuck that shit!
That’s fucking it!
If I go out you’re coming too
And I’m going back to Hell with you.

Hey dude, why don’t you mow your lawn?
You threw a bag of bunnies in the sewer.
Don’t you want those weeds to be gone?
It’s just might make you a little cooler.

You’re just a rootin’, tootin’, prostitutin’
Corporate gangster saying, “how you doin’?
We know you’re middle class, we’re here to screw ya.
You have no money, we can go right through ya.”

And I’m getting a little tire of being poor,
But there’s no way in hell I’ll be a corporate whore
But that’s alright, I’m fucking white
I’m still better off than most of you.
Fuck that shit!
That’s fucking it!
If I go out you’re coming too
And I’m going back to Hell with you
Track Name: Well
Well, here we are so it’s time to tell
Something that fell
Spit it out now
Tell me how now
I want to hear you say my name right now
Well, do tell.

Well, here we are so it’s time to tell
It’s a good time
It might be sublime
Do not worry what you say to me
Well, you’re the girl who fell for me
I can’t do anything for you
Do not worry what you say to me
Track Name: Worms
Young Jacob was born without both his eyes
But he didn’t notice most the time
Then one day at a park
His head tilted high
A smile lit his face
And his mouth, it open wide
Look!
In the sky
There’s some birds
That fly!
And look!
Down below
In the earth
There’s some earth worms
Eating all of your loved ones that have died
Eating all of your best friends that have died

But why are they so hungry?

The worms are eaten by birds
And we are in turn eaten by worms
We’re turned back into shit
A place for worms to grow and live

But why are they so hungry?