Big Trucks
Buck 65Version1
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Chords in this song
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D-DU-UDU
Big trucks
Raw beef
Holy smokes man, I'm up to my neck
hope the friggin boss has cut my check
I've been broke ever since the big bang
running out of time, got bills up to ying yang
Shovelling shit to keep food in my gut
just like Achilles I brood in my hut
I turned on the news i knew it wouldn't be great
I listen to the music but i couldn't relate
Big trucks, this one's for the kids
nothing lasts forever, you know how it is
we'll count up the money and make out behind the rink
have a bubble bath but not the kind you think X2
Glamour and glitz it must be a joke
well how could you forget about some regular folk?
the ugly and poor, the hard working too
now there's more of us than there is of you
So open your eyeballs and shut your yap
do us all a favour and cut the crap
now I've got some words you can take to the bank
your whole routine, just don't turn my crank
Big trucks, this one's for the kids
nothing lasts forever, you know how it is
we'll count up the money and make out behind the rink
have a bubble bath but not the kind you think X2
Hot-shot kids want to be The Fonz
I talk to my shadow and feed swans
punching a clock and wearing odd socks
got a '65 Buick, she's up on blocks
Can't run anymore like I used to could
been breaking my back to produce the goods
I try to get ahead and bet on the right fighter
I sit on the porch and torture the typewriter
Big trucks, this one's for the kids
nothing lasts forever, you know how it is
we'll count up the money and make out behind the rink
have a bubble bath but not the kind you think X2
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Readable chord sheet for Big Trucks by Buck 65
[F#5]Big trucks Raw beef [Big] [F#5]Holy smokes man, [A5]I'm up t[F#5]o my nec[E5]k [F#5] [F#5]hope the friggin bos[A5]s has cut[F#5] my check[E5] [F#5] [A5]I've been broke [B5]ever [A5]sinc[F#5]e the[A5] big[F#5] bang [E5]run[F5]nin[F#5]g out of time, go[E5]t b[F5]ill[F#5]s up to ying yang Shovelling shit to keep food in my gut just like Achilles I brood in my hut I turned on the news i knew it wouldn't be great I listen to the music but i couldn't relate [F#5]Big trucks, this one's for the kids [F#5]nothing lasts forever, you know how it is [F#5]we'll count up the money and make out behind the rink [F#5]have a bubble bath but not the kind you think X2 Glamour and glitz it must be a joke well how could you forget about some regular folk? the ugly and poor, the hard working too now there's more of us than there is of you So open your eyeballs and shut your yap do us all a favour and cut the crap now I've got some words you can take to the bank your whole routine, just don't turn my crank Big trucks, this one's for the kids nothing lasts forever, you know how it is we'll count up the money and make out behind the rink have a bubble bath but not the kind you think X2 Hot-shot kids want to be The Fonz I talk to my shadow and feed swans punching a clock and wearing odd socks got a '65 Buick, she's up on blocks Can't run anymore like I used to could been breaking my back to produce the goods I try to get ahead and bet on the right fighter I sit on the porch and torture the typewriter Big trucks, this one's for the kids nothing lasts forever, you know how it is we'll count up the money and make out behind the rink have a bubble bath but not the kind you think X2