stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes Money Can't Buy Happine$$ (Bomberman II) Track 5 from "Advantage: proGrammar!" by Advantage: proGrammar Ah! What a beautiful, sunshiny day... I could just lay out in this chaise lounge all day long. Or, I could stand up and just... Splash in the pool. It’s the brash young fool from the best local private High School; best of my school. Head of all classes, get head from all lasses. All slick like molasses. I’ll crush ya like glasses If you step to me or my dad who’s head of construction at the best local design firm; head of instruction at the local University. Mom’s a corporate lawyer. Send ya ass quicker the creek than Tom Sawyer. Captain of lacrosse team; cross-country, cross-stream. One thing never get lost in the crossbeam: Frosting like Crosby, party like Belushi. Dining on a dish of Beluga sushi. Seen on every scene with the newest booties. Havin a hard time dealing with these foody newbies. Noblesse oblige -- I don’t eschew my duties. But they lose their ish like they pooped their booties, you see, When I roll up on in the dope ride. Roll my windows up on the smoke side. Roll that ish like it was the low ride. Take it easy -- slow ride. When you see my plane on the tarmac, then you know my yacht can’t be far, mack. Bed my waitress, bartend and bar back. Life is just so -- kar-mac... Ah... where was I? Waking up tower control with the buzz-by. Fly with the fuzz eye. Why always must I say, "You mustn’t hate me simply because I’m Beautiful... and my life is all glamour"? Execute the code of The Life Programmer. Some of us is managers, some of us is janitors. Some of us is destined for greatness like Ben Banneker. And still others of us just destined to sit around our gorgeous ass mansions all day and do shit But spend our Mommy / Daddy’s money on some shit we don’t need, then accidentally break the shit while we was smoking some weed. Then spend some more of Daddy’s money get the shit replaced and paying off the gardener who got some shit in his face. "Dude, I’m effing sorry to’ve been up in your mix." Good thing I never found a problem couple grand couldn’t fix. When I flash my cash like a ball sack, all the people freak out and fall back. Not exactlly sure what you call that, but I love being -- all that. When I take a moment to reckon that my folks make more in a second than our GDP mid-Depression, shopping malls just -- beckon. Oh! ... back from the chorus. Change comes slower to me than the Lorus. Slower than from my hand to the homeless. Cause in such matters I’m like my man Morris: Finicky -- which is not to say picky. But just like a penis, see, the issue is sticky. I guess the best question is "Where would you start when you’re dealing with a sum that’s as great as its parts?" But the greatest of parts is still on the loose, and I’m tired of being heartless cause I serve no use. I’d rather grow to be a grown-up that could serve the youth. I know my heart’d end up stronger than the moonshine proof. Money can’t buy happiness, I must admit. But, see, without the happiness your money can’t buy shit but shit! Yo, take it from a man with a million: means without morals makes a man a villain, word! stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes