Gen, you know i got the blues.
And i just heard the news,
You really let me down.
You, used to let me in.
Used to let me sin,
a glutton on the town.
Ten plus years you froze your prices.
Now through your doors as cold as ice is.
Your breakin up a heart, pieces tearin me apart.
It's gonna take alot more than that if you say your sorry.
Takin it away, leavin me in disarray.
You know that missin you aint half as bad as me goin hungry.
Gen, you know i've paid my dues.
Always tippin you,
a little extra cash.
We used to wok and roll,
in a greasy hole,
I’d never dine and dash.
