Letra de Pinnacle
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Outside my window I see fruit that's dyin on the vine,
Let up in case and know to let em know the cake is mine.
It ain't know good deed if you cannot see a photo-op.
Let up in case and know to let em know the cake is mine.
It ain't know good deed if you cannot see a photo-op.
Livin in a fancy that has to spit before they reach the top.
That ain't no Pinnacle.
They play an ace when they know full well a two will do,
They take the kettle when the could just take a taste or two.
They paid a blind man for a chance to burn a hole in me,
Then sucked out the residue and pissed it in the raging sea.
That ain't no Pinnacle.
They can't afford to feed the starving story on the street,
They're runnin and a gunnin for a two day sale that can't be beat.
Don't read the paper it will only burn your holiday,
With a dozen roses on the desk who needs it anyway.
The music enters in one ear and out the other one,
If the first time it doesn't kill then try another one.
Who's to say another day won't come and leave you in the cold,
So you better get to heaven before you get too old.
That ain't no Pinnacle.
That ain't no Pinnacle.
They play an ace when they know full well a two will do,
They take the kettle when the could just take a taste or two.
They paid a blind man for a chance to burn a hole in me,
Then sucked out the residue and pissed it in the raging sea.
That ain't no Pinnacle.
They can't afford to feed the starving story on the street,
They're runnin and a gunnin for a two day sale that can't be beat.
Don't read the paper it will only burn your holiday,
With a dozen roses on the desk who needs it anyway.
The music enters in one ear and out the other one,
If the first time it doesn't kill then try another one.
Who's to say another day won't come and leave you in the cold,
So you better get to heaven before you get too old.
That ain't no Pinnacle.
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