[Audio] P.J. – I Need a Dollar (WONDERFUL WEDNESDAYS)

[Audio] P.J. – I Need a Dollar (WONDERFUL WEDNESDAYS)



Ännu en onsdag och ännu en ny låt från Lundarapparen P.J! Denna gången blev det en cover på Aloe Blaccs hitlåt “I need a Dollar”, även känd från tv-serien “How to make it in America”. För er som har missat de två tidigare delarna hittar ni de längst ner. Njut gott folk!



Remix on Aloe Blacc’s hit song “I Need a Dollar”.

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WONDERFUL WEDNESDAYS
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LYRICS
Graduated glad I made it, but with it I’m unemployed//
I’d rather be slaving and being paid like Lloyd
Gotta be patient when facing troubles with the pen//
Ain’t talking about jail… or it depends
On how much I need a dollar, how much I need cents//
Graduated in June haven’t been paid since
The state ain’t giving my living state’s been tense//
Been busting my balls back and forward like tennis
Guess I’ve been served, pun with intent//
Yes I’m the shit, don’t you feel the scent?
Destined for music, it’s in my descent//
Lost a lot of dollars but I never lost sense
(HEY HEY) Been chilling hard with my friends//
Unemployed boy with joy, I like it, can’t pretend
Hoping for some luck and this is just the beginning//
That I’ll Make it in America without selling denim, but still I’m singing

I Need a Dollar…

I had some good old buddy his names is whiskey and wine
And for my good old buddy i spent my last dime
My wine is good to me it helps me pass the time
and my good old buddy whiskey keeps me warmer than the sunshine…

So I keep him close, hoping for another sun ray//
Pray that I see it like the son of Ray
Payday never coming yet I think about a mill//
The pasta, the cheese and the cream, and I ain’t talking about a meal
Yet I’m hungry for more selling albums galore//
World tour, and the crowd’s loud roar
Gets me pumped, daaaaamn I wanna make it//
Never turn the volume dooooown cuz I ain’t faded
Only about the real, maaaaaan don’t make fake shit//
Not like your girl cuz daaaaaamn she faked it
But I’m coming… Tryina get on the same level my idol’s on//
Without switching up making pop Idol songs
On that same spinach shit Popeye was on//
Man the game Finnish (finished), like where Papa was born
Flow cold, make you Chile (chilly) like where Momma from//
Makin’ Moves, and I’m gone, man it’s on