LAW - HUSTLE

HUSTLE by LAW Come come return of the ugly No good at makin’ the money Until the eagle grins Come come come pull my rings off Come fill me don’t like it too soft Come find me find me in the shadows A darkened place where you dare not go I do despair, I do despair Why don’t you sense a dime? And you always say and you always say Sweet son oh babe you look so tired I call you mister for nothin’ For a few dolla