B.Park, T.Laing, K.Tamati
Myele Manzanza - percussion
Toby Laing - trumpet
Priduced by Parks
You used me good, hip-hop gold digger
Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind
You choose to be a fool of your own making
Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life
Now you get to stand there, be the victim of the day
Tell everyone around you, you were a pawn in your own game
Oh, how the sympathy will flow as you rest your weary head
You'll be thinking 'bout your hardship, I'll be chanting this instead
You used me good, hip-hop gold digger
Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind
You choose to be a fool of your own making
Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life
My ears have bled blood, never to return
I had to learn the hard way and the hard way gets you burned
So burn me at the stake, I'll be the witch of your middle age
As I stand here in the fire, my final words you'll hear me say
You used me good, hip-hop gold digger
Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind
You choose to be a fool of your own making
Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life
Oh, digger, a figure to run to
You got me holding you
Rocking you in my arms
Blinded by you
Oh, digger, I give you a month or two
You'll show your colours true
I now see through you
Don't see what I saw
Digger, pretend to be full
Wholesome and truthful
Depends on who's around you
Saying what you owe
Digger, I never needed you
I was your play tool
Now that I've finished school
I can finally say
You used me good, hip-hop gold digger
Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind
You choose to be a fool of your own making
Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life
You used me good, hip-hop gold digger
Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind
You choose to be a fool of your own making
Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life
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