All of my bros are skating to the park
We'll all hang out till after dark
All pumped up to do some shit
But we only have a couple hours so lets make it quick
We're all ready to get funny
But it just occured that we have no money
Because we're dirt poor
Yea we're dirt poor
And we wanted to score
But we're dirt poor
Only got 15 and a bit of change
How the Fuck are we supposed to get deranged
All it takes is 10 drinks to get a heart attack
But thats 25 bucks ill never get back
Maybe steal some from my parents drawer
And without them noticing, run out the door
Because we're dirt poor
Yea we're dirt poor
And we wanted to score
But we're dirt poor
Because we're dirt poor
Yea we're dirt poor
And we wanted to score
But we're dirt poor
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Songs, rhymes, and collective thoughts
PoetrySome crappy writing i call my "poetry"
