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(My pops got a rare blood disease called aplastic anemia that almost killed him. He was basically supposed to die. He couldn't move. It was crippling. Meanwhile, he couldn't run the family business during the time he was ill. The old bank that he had done business with over the years decided to call up on one of the loans. The factory was closed just like that.)
It took 56 years just to make the family business grow
One bad year and it's all motherfucking gone
Father's sick the bank just called up
They want there money back so you gots to pay up
Now there closing down the doors
Workers on the streets
Next thing you know my pops is chapter 13
Father's sick his bloods been ripped up
They want their money back so he's going bankrupt
B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y
B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y
B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y
We're going bankrupt
We're going bankrupt
B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y
B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y
B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y
We're going bankrupt
We're going bankrupt
Fly away to the moon
We're going to fly away to the moon
We're going to fly away to the moon
We're going to fly away to the moon
It took 56 years just to make the family business grow
One bad year and it's all motherfucking gone
Father's sick the bank just called up
They want there money back so you gots to pay up
B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y
B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y
B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y
We're going bankrupt
We're going bankrupt
B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y
B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y
B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y
We're going bankrupt
We're going bankrupt