(He wanna)
(You know he)
(He wanna)
I was walking down the street when out the corner of my eye, I saw a pretty little thing approaching me
She said "I neva' seen a man who looked so all alone and could you use a little company,
if you pay the right price your evening will be nice and you can go and send me on my way,
I said you're such a sweet young thing, why you do this to yourself, she looked at me and this is what she said,
Oh, there aint no rest for the wicked,
money don't grow on trees,
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed, there 'aint nothin in this world for free,
Oh no I can't slow down, I can't hold back, though you know I wish I could,
Oh no there 'aint no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good
Not even 15 minutes later, I'm still walking down the street when I saw the shadow of a man creep out of sight,
And then he swept up from behind,
he put a gun up to my head,
He made it clear he wasn't looking for a fight,
He said "Give me all you got, I want your money not your life but If you try to make a move I won't think twice,"
I told him, you can have my cash but, but first you know I gotta ask, what made you wanna live this kind of life,
He said there aint no rest for the wicked,
money don't grow on trees,
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed, there 'aint nothin in this world for free,
Oh no I can't slow down, I can't hold back, though you know I wish I could,
Oh no there 'aint no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good
(You know he)
(He was a)
(You know he)
(He was a)
Well now a couple hours past,
and I was sitting in my house
The day was winding down and coming to an end,
And so I turned on the TV
And flicked it over to the news
And what I saw I Almost couldn't comprehend,
I saw a preacher man in cuffs, he taking money from the church,
He stuffed his bank account with righteous dollar bills,
But even still I can't say much because I know we're all the same, oh yes we all seek out the satisfying that was thrill,
You know there aint no rest for the wicked,
money don't grow on trees,
We got bills to pay, we got mouths to feed there 'aint nothin in this world for free,
Oh no we can't slow down, we can't hold back, though you know we wish we could,
Oh no there 'aint no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good
