Y'know what really
Grinds my gears
I've paid my taxes
All these years
Now I don't
Have any problems
No mortgages
Only dollars
What a f*cking horrible life
I don't even hate my wife
The maid comes in and gives me the mail
And holy shit, there's no audit
You can never know the pain
I could never quite explain
You don't know what it's like
To have too much money in your life
I'm counting cash
Burning it to ash
Because I have no places
No space to stash
All the gold bars and vases, ancient artifacts
And I hate it all, don't forget about that
No audit's coming through the mail
Holy shit, my life has failed
The IRS don't want my name
So I'm stuck at home with all this fame
You can never know the pain
I could never quite explain
You don't know what it's like
To have too much money in your life
AAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAA
B.G. - I'm (Not) Being Audited by the IRS Lyrics
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Y'know what really
Grinds my gears
I've paid my taxes
All these years
Now I don't
Have any problems
No mortgages
Only dollars
What a f*cking horrible life
I don't even hate my wife
The maid comes in and gives me the mail
And holy shit, there's no audit
You can never know the pain
I could never quite explain
You don't know what it's like
To have too much money in your life
I'm counting cash
Burning it to ash
Because I have no places
No space to stash
All the gold bars and vases, ancient artifacts
And I hate it all, don't forget about that
No audit's coming through the mail
Holy shit, my life has failed
The IRS don't want my name
So I'm stuck at home with all this fame
You can never know the pain
I could never quite explain
You don't know what it's like
To have too much money in your life
AAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAA
Grinds my gears
I've paid my taxes
All these years
Now I don't
Have any problems
No mortgages
Only dollars
What a f*cking horrible life
I don't even hate my wife
The maid comes in and gives me the mail
And holy shit, there's no audit
You can never know the pain
I could never quite explain
You don't know what it's like
To have too much money in your life
I'm counting cash
Burning it to ash
Because I have no places
No space to stash
All the gold bars and vases, ancient artifacts
And I hate it all, don't forget about that
No audit's coming through the mail
Holy shit, my life has failed
The IRS don't want my name
So I'm stuck at home with all this fame
You can never know the pain
I could never quite explain
You don't know what it's like
To have too much money in your life
AAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAA
Writer: Lucas Harrison
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