Like a dull knife Just ain't cutting Just talking loud Then saying nothing Just saying nothing Just saying nothing You can't tell me How to run my life down You can't tell me How to keep my business sound You can't tell me What I'm doing wrong When you keep driving and Singing that same old money song You can't tell me Which way to go Cause three times seven And then some more You can't tell me, hey You're like a dull knife Just ain't cutting You're just talking loud And saying nothing Just saying nothing Just saying nothing Don't tell me How to do my thing When you can't, can't Can't do your own Don't tell me how to be a boy When, when you know I'm grown Can't use me like a woman Woman throws away her dress And you can't tell me, hey How to use my mess You're like a dull knife Jack, you just ain't cutting You're just talking loud Then saying nothing Just saying nothing And saying nothing Shape up your bag Don't worry bout mine My thing together And a doing fine Good luck to you Just allow you're wrong Then keep on singing that Same old money song Then keep on singing that Same old money song Just keep on singing that Same old money song Just keep on singing that Same old money song Just keep on singing that Same old money, oww I got to, I want yo I musta, I got to Ashes ashes and a dust to dust I musta, jump on back I'm doing a, my hands I say I will, the point Is too dark to fill You say I can't You're phony, you're phony I said, I said, you're phony...
Like a dull knife Just ain't cutting Just talking loud Then saying nothing Just saying nothing Just saying nothing You can't tell me How to run my life down You can't tell me How to keep my business sound You can't tell me What I'm doing wrong When you keep driving and Singing that same old money song You can't tell me Which way to go Cause three times seven And then some more You can't tell me, hey You're like a dull knife Just ain't cutting You're just talking loud And saying nothing Just saying nothing Just saying nothing Don't tell me How to do my thing When you can't, can't Can't do your own Don't tell me how to be a boy When, when you know I'm grown Can't use me like a woman Woman throws away her dress And you can't tell me, hey How to use my mess You're like a dull knife Jack, you just ain't cutting You're just talking loud Then saying nothing Just saying nothing And saying nothing Shape up your bag Don't worry bout mine My thing together And a doing fine Good luck to you Just allow you're wrong Then keep on singing that Same old money song Then keep on singing that Same old money song Just keep on singing that Same old money song Just keep on singing that Same old money song Just keep on singing that Same old money, oww I got to, I want yo I musta, I got to Ashes ashes and a dust to dust I musta, jump on back I'm doing a, my hands I say I will, the point Is too dark to fill You say I can't You're phony, you're phony I said, I said, you're phony...
