Uh..yeah…mic check, here we go.
Cents! It’s my dream to get to heaven, but to get there I’m gonna need some cents.
My bills piled high and I need to pay my rents, so gimmie the…cents!
File a bill of replevin and stop by the 7-11 just so I can get a number of pennies, the total of which is seventy-seven…cents!
One day I was just a normal guy, didn’t fly high and I never thought that I would ever touch the sky.
Then I looked into my bank account and thought perhaps I was dreaming or perhaps that I had died.
And then I thought I flew to the surly bonds up above.
Cuz when I saw all those cents in my possession, I surely fell in love with…cents!
Yeah, fly me to heaven on a Boeing 747, and pay for the ride with my seven and seven…cents!
My mama told me I lack common sense and my dad told me I was ever so dense but now I can buy sensitivity and density and just chill in the city and pay for it all with…my seventy seven cents!
What you got something that costs seventy cents, muthafucka? Here, take ten dimes and keep the change, G. Peace, I’m out.
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