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Doing seventy on the freeway Smoke coming out the hood Toll man says it's ninety I bargain him down to eighty 'Cause I can't even dance for my money No, they won't give me cash I'm breaking my back for my money Dollar bills piling up on the dash So I dash across the street to the only thing that's open I need something to eat, thank God for the Chevron I need something for me, I've been working so long Need something for me (Need something for me) Dash across the street to the only thing that's open I need something to eat, thank God for the Chevron I need something for me, I've been working so long (I've been working so long, I've been working so long) I keep posting photos back home And I feel bad 'cause it's a bag, I know it They know it, do I show it? What am I doing, why am I here? What am I doing, why am I here? I can't even dance for my money No, they won't give me cash So I'm selling my gear for my money Best synth I ever had Songtexte I dash across the street to the only thing that's open I need something to eat, thank God for the Chevron I just keep calling, no coverage in the canyon (Where am I going? Why am I here? Where am I going? Why am I here?) Dash across the street to the only thing that's open I need something to eat, man, I miss my pension I need something for me, I've been working so long (I've been working so long, I've been working so long) Need something for me Need something for me Need something for me Need something for me Thank God, thank God (Need something for me) Oh man, oh man Thank God, thank God Oh man, oh man Aus Songtexte Mania