Lyrics I Could Be the Voice Inside Your Head - Chrome Sparks
Keep
it
a
100
Uhh
Yeah
Somebody
told
me
money
rules
the
world
I
know
you
heard
that
shit
Money's
the
root
to
all
evil
Blessings
and
murder
shit
I
slaved
away
for
ten
hours
a
day
at
work
and
just
Finally
got
my
check
but
the
ATM
isn't
working,
shit
Oh,
there
it
go
Damn,
it's
hot
as
hell
Punch
in
a
pin
code
and
grab
a
hundred
dollar
bill
I
snatched
it
up
and
went
back
to
my
wheels
Hit
up
the
plug
and
said
"I
know
you
Got
some
bud,
I
need
that
with
some
pills"
Meet
me
outside
the
gas
station
on
Park
Ave,
I'll
be
waiting
Then
put
the
cash
in
the
glove
compartment
as
I
sat
waiting
Damn,
yo
where's
this
nigga
at?
Bout
to
light
a
cigarette
while
I
...
Oh,
there
he
go
Open
up
the
glove
compartment
and
told
em
to
light
this
Come
around
and
drive
inside
and,
Act
normal
like
we
ain't
making
a
transaction
Take
that
(what
up,
what
up)
I
dapped
him
up
and
got
to
sliding
He
crinkled
it
up,
walked
off
and
put
it
in
his
pocket
Off
to
the
strip
club
with
some
drinks
and
some
orders
He
pull
that
hundred
out
his
pocket,
uncrinkled
the
corners
Stageside,
watching
this
one
bitch
shaking
and
twirling
Busted
it
open
all
exotic
and
maybe
she's
foreign
She
making
eye
contact
She
got
on
eye
contacts
She
sees
that
Benjamin
Frank,
she
keep
her
eyes
on
that
She's
thinking
"I
want
that"
He
takes
a
sip
of
his
glass
She
bend
over,
he
slaps
her
ass
and
puts
some
ones
in
her
crack
He
whispers
in
her
ear
"How
long
are
you
here?
Tell
me
you
single
Oh,
you
got
a
man?
Fuck,
I
don't
care
Tell
him
I'm
queer
Save
my
name
as
Susan
in
your
contacts
And
fuck
your
relationship,
I
ain't
worried
about
that
Can
I
use
that
red
marker,
sir?
Let
me
write
my
number
on
this
hundred
for
you
Make
sure
you
hit
me
up
when
your
boyfriend
can't
do
nothing
for
you
(508)-507-2209"
She
got
home
and
opened
her
purse
as
soon
as
she
gets
to
the
door
Counting
them
dollars,
smoking
tree
while
she
sit
on
the
floor
I
don't
think
she
like
how
this
shit
make
her
feel
But
you
gotta
do
what
you
gotta
do
when
it's
time
for
paying
bills
For
real
She
wanna
get
high
now,
uhh
Grab
the
Benjamin
off
the
floor,
she
feeling
alive
now,
uhh
Few
grams
of
coke
on
the
table
That's
the
right
now,
uhh
She
rolled
a
hundred
up
and
stuck
it
up
her
nose
like
That's
what
she
call
heaven's
door
That's
what
she
call
Snow
White,
the
white
without
seven
dwarfs
She
throw
a
hundred
back
at
her
purse
and
headed
down
to
the
store
She
needed
blunts
for
the
gas
She
needed
gas
for
the
Ford
She
needed
eggs
and
some
dill
She
needed
cheese
and
some
milk
She
needed
change
What
what
number
is
that?
I
said
what
number
is
that
on
the
bill,
what
is
that?
Yes,
in
red,
it's
like
a
phone
number
What
is
this?
Never
mind
Aye
aye,
don't
you
make
one
muthafucking
move
Empty
that
register
I
know
you
don't
need
my
help
Hurry
the
fuck
up,
look
Don't
make
me
repeat
myself
Gimme
the
cash,
follow
instructions,
don't
be
fucking
moving
Cause
I'd
hate
to
kill
you
over
something
stupid
Now
hand
me
the
bread
and
place
your
hands
on
top
of
your
head
Take
my
tough
advice
Turn
around
and
count
to
a
hundred
if
you
love
your
life
Now
keep
it
a
100
Uhh,
keep
it
a
100
Yeah,
keep
it
a
100
One
hundred
Keep
it
a
100
Yo
Somebody
told
me
money
rules
the
world
I
know
you
heard
that
shit
Money's
the
root
to
all
evil
Blessings
and
murder
shit
He
put
that
hundred
inside
of
collection
plate
on
Sunday
too
Hope
that
it'll
take
away
your
sins
Maybe
someday
soon
But
anyway
they
covered
the
plate
and
just
continued
praying
After
church
the
pastor
opened
it
up
and
started
saying
"Lord
forgive
me
but
I
need
this,
I've
been
really
static"
And
he
grabbed
the
hundred
off
the
top
and
started
staring
at
it
Held
it
up
to
see
if
it's
real
or
fake
Then
looked
around
to
make
sure
nobody
was
looking
And
then
he
took
it
Damn
Off
to
the
streets
with
the
Lord
Off
to
go
find
him
a
whore
A
hundred
bucks
in
the
dash
and
now
he
riding
the
course
He
see
some
bitch
on
the
corner
He
told
her
hop
in
the
car
And
then
she
opened
the
door
Come
on
bitch,
yo
hurry
the
fuck
up
I
ain't
tryna
get
caught
up"
Then
continued
driving
his
stuff
Looking
for
a
spot
in
the
cut
How
much
for
head?
A
hundred
Now
how
much
for
sex?
A
hundred
Damn,
a
hundred?
Come
on,
that's
not
a
lot
Fuck
Why
you
playing?
Nah,
I'm
just
saying,
that's
a
lot,
bitch
Like
gotta
calm
down,
damn
Now
she
making
eye
contact
She
got
on
eye
contacts
She
see
that
Benjamin
Frank
She
keep
her
eyes
on
that
She's
thinking
"I
want
that"
He
pulls
his
dick
out
his
pants
"Ooh
God,
it's
good"
Transaction
complete
And
she
went
back
to
the
streets
Back
to
the
cash
at
the
leash
She
back
to
get
back
on
her
knees
And
she
don't
like
how
this
shit
make
her
feel
But
you
gotta
do
what
you
gotta
do
when
it's
time
for
paying
bills
For
real
She
wanna
retire
soon,
she
swear
to
God
*Smack*
She
looked
up
and
seen
the
hand
of
God
Oh
my
God
Forgot
she
had
a
pimp
That
nigga
been
looking
for
her
ass
for
days
Took
every
single
dollar
and
left
her
eye
black
and
gray
He
be
on
the
corner
jamming
getting
drunk
that-a-way
7-Eleven
gambling
throwing
all
his
cash
away,
yup
Some
say
that
money
rule
the
world
I
know
you
heard
that
shit
Money
the
root
to
all
evil
Blessings
and
murder
shit
Yeah,
that
pimp
just
lost
that
hundred
dollars
in
that
dice
game
He
said
"I
should've
just
bet
that
shit
on
tonight's
game"
Whatever
nigga,
nice
game
The
homie
who
won
it
walked
off
with
the
hundred
Then
opened
up
his
wallet
Stuck
it
inside
and
then
put
it
in
his
pocket
Started
stomping
and
running
Feeling
so
good,
started
hopping
and
jumping
Money
flopping
and
rumbling
His
eyes
is
as
big
as
his
smile
No
stopping
him
from
the
prow
He's
jogging,
skipping
around
Till
his
wallet
fell
on
the
ground
A
hundred
sticking
halfway
out
In
the
back
of
a
halfway
house
For
like
three
weeks
So
don't
even
ask
me
how
Check
it
A
homeless
man
walks
by
Sees
a
wallet,
opens
his
eyes
And
then
grabs
it,
opens
to
check
what's
inside
and
to
a
surprise
It's
money
A
couple
dollars,
a
hundred
bill
with
some
writing
A
number
written
in
red
If
he
had
a
phone
he
would
call,
but
he
doesn't
So
he
says
"fuck
it,
it's
mine"
And
I'm
really
hungry
and
thirsty
I
want
some
beer,
a
beef
jerky
Maybe
some
ten
percent
juice
And
if
the
store's
open,
I
need
some
cigarettes
too
True
He
walked
into
the
same
store
on
the
block
Just
so
happen
to
be
the
same
exact
store
that
got
robbed
What
a
coincidence
That
shit
is
just
as
weird
as
I
thought
The
clerk
rang
him
out
and
said
"That'll
be
eighteen,
twenty-five"
And
then
he
held
that
hundred
out
with
the
red
number
written
on
top
And
then
everything
stopped
Yo
wassup,
this
is
Joyner
I'm
unable
to
take
your
call
right
now
Leave
me
a
brief
message
and
I'll
get
back
to
you,
peace
Mr.
Lucas,
Officer
Michael
Bradley
with
the
police
department
Trying
to
get
a
hold
of
you
now,
this
is
the
third
time
calling
I
need
to
speak
to
you
with
regards
to
some
serious
charges
You
need
to
get
back
to
me
as
soon
as
possible
Or
we'll
be
showing
up
at
your
door
With
about
10
officers
and
some
handcuffs.
Choice
is
yours
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