Lyrics

money problems all outta control.
last eight years all down the hole.
you leavin? breakin? down my soul...
all ?cause of a little jelly roll.

I?d try to make sense of it,
but that ain?t my joint.
I?m movin' past the breaking point.

bad news is my stock in trade.
women hustled or stole every good thing I made.
?for better or worse,? became a curse.
just write it on the back of my fuckin? hearse.

no need to make sense of it,
?cause that ain?t my joint.
I done and moved beyond the breakin? point.

now, miss crystal is my only friend
said she?ll stand beside me until the end.
now, if anyone listenin?, I don?t mean to offend,
but she make more sense to me than Billy Graham.

no need to make sense of it,
?cause that ain?t my joint.
I done and moved beyond the breakin? point.

bad news is my stock in trade.
women done stole or hustled every good thing I made.
?for better or worse,? became a curse.
write it on the back of my fuckin? hearse.

no need to make sense of it,
?cause that ain?t my joint.
I done and moved beyond the breakin? point.