Working The Numbers

Working the numbers ‘til I’m sick [Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle] Monday Tuesday Oozes off the clock like Dalí’s Canvases and watch hands freeze And cease Stuck like money In a dead man’s squeeze As Wednesday’s tick tock Pace is quickening With images of digging On your own self interest FLASH So it’s not that bad The weekend’s coming And you need that cash One last chance Last show of the summer So you gotta get a number Cause the tickets go fast The five day work week Kicking your ass Friday evening And you’re finna’ go smash Buying drinks To your last nickel-and-a-half Michelob Bud Miller Genuine Draft Bought your golden ticket But you ripped it in half If they call your number Then you’re gonna get mad Win or lose we’re all in Win or lose ‘til the end Win or lose we’re all in Win or lose ‘til the end Pay your dollar Take your ticket Holler if we say your digits If we call your name Just come on stage And take your place with winners Do your dance and take your picture It’s your chance to play Don’t miss it Please don’t cast away your ticket You might throw away your riches [Verse 2: Dumbfoundead] This is for that old woman Working at Olive Garden Holding a lot of á la cartes Against her Dolly Partons Blue collar Poppin’ children Home alone Modern day Macaulay Culkins Mommy’s all alone Harassed by nasty pervs And everyday after work She plays scratchers worth Another scratch or worst Scratching backs But no one is scratching hers The fifteenth and the first on calendars Is all she’s asking for More tips go to younger Mandy Moore She sees no grand reward Like scrambled porn But one day after buying Big Spin tickets She bought her way into fame For fifteen minutes Three matching numbers Now this means winning Became rich Like those sweet sixteen children Or Richie Simmons Sixteen million In sixteen seconds Do you get me? Pimpin’ Punch in and punch out Something that’s done now She’s moving on up To having luncheons at Run’s house She done bounced Out of the slums You dumb dumb That’s an easy one now And not some conundrum Is it something inside us? The luck of the Irish Something decided Shut up Just go and ride it Pay your dollar Take your ticket Holler if we say your digits If we call your name Just come on stage And take your place with winners Do your dance and take your picture It’s your chance to play Don’t miss it Please don’t cast away your ticket You might throw away your riches Win or lose we’re all in Win or lose ‘til the end Win or lose we’re all in Win or lose ‘til the end [Verse 3: Psychosiz] I’m just tryna’ get my number called Like the Wondertwins Falling outta’ Wonder Woman’s Wonderbra I wanna’ be the one to awe at And all that You ain’t wit it then fall back I ain’t really tryna’ get up on all that I’m just tryna’ go hard on these hoes When the lottery closes And my numerical’s drawn No drama Obama inviting you to the inaugural balls Prodigal laws Hotter than lava Water from tropical falls Tell Michelle I’m outta’ my drawls Like Jackpot You just won the nation one debate at a time Redundant statements Pundits hatin’ on my grind If you never bought a ticket You never would of won Or would of lost Or could of thought About what you should of done Or could have come close With one digit off Like the thumb From the loss Of the funds From the boss Cause the drugs get to talking to you In the parking lot of the bar Where they thought they knew you Sitting on ass And tripping on acid Putting your chickens in one basket But it’s a bad fit Get off that shit Come on Working the numbers ‘til I’m sick Pay your dollar Take your ticket Holler if we say your digits If we call your name Just come on stage And take your place with winners Do your dance and take your picture It’s your chance to play Don’t miss it Please don’t cast away your ticket You might throw away your riches Working the numbers ‘til I’m sick