Bad Apples - Jackpot Lyrics

Walk into the hall at six forty-five
The time I spent with her the only time I'm alive
If she was ever to leave I'd be bearing it all
Sitting by my card she makes me nine feet tall
My clover of four at three lucky seven
She's made it three in a row, two more I'm in heaven
The pressure is she's pushing is pushing the pleasure
Never found a girl quite like this, it's a treasure
I need a jackpot, I said I kid you not
Cause I'm broke as a joke yelling out
Holy Smoke
Closer than ever the sweat drips in my eyes
My intentions to score, the blotted ink flies
I'm booking she's cookin I'm lookin she's hookin
If I was wrong now I'm right, so shake now we're shookin
I need a jackpot, I said I kid you not
Cause I'm broke as a joke yelling out
Holy Smoke
If honey could double my money
I'm gas enough to drive it home
She jacked up the price and turned from naughty to nice
I'll ride that fox like David the Gnome
Step out of the hall after a night of fun
I'm walkin on air one rich son of a gun
My eyes out of their sockets, the greenbacks in my pocket
Her face on my locket, I-95 lets rock it
I need a jackpot, I said I kid you not
Cause I'm broke as a joke yelling out
Holy Smoke