Lyrics Remo Drive – Monetary
Text:
Wipe your face off on the floor and leave it at the door
In private we speak of matters not to be shared for
The stick seems to be longer on your end, coincidence?
Someone you think is your friend a simple personal advance
You shouldn’t, you owe me, I thought that we agreed a hand is a hand
It isn’t money that is monetary but a shitty friend
Hold my teeth my friend enough is enough
Stick my neck out again and again all for not
Raise a finger never a hand counting cards
Take what you can while you can I’m done, I’m done
You shouldn’t, you owe me, I thought that we agreed a hand is a hand
It isn’t money that is monetary but a shitty friend
