In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
The world the world the world is very different now
The world the world the world is very different now
The world the world the world is very different now
The world the world the world is very different now
The world the world the world is very different now
The world the world the world is very different now
The world the world the world is very different now
The world the world the world is very different now
The world, the world, the world is very different now
Everybody want some paper (I want some)
That's why we fightin' over Paper (I know you want some)
And when you die, I bet you die trying to get some paper
(I bet you would die, I bet you would die)
Shame shame
A fucked up game without the green
Mighty might dollar bill y'all, bill y'all
Have ya sinnin eventually in a coffin one day
But you came back to hustle 'cause niggas got bills to pay
Strugglin, strive
An try to stay alive
But in the meantime I'm gonna get mine
Everything will be fine when I can eat and get high
I may eat but I want to purchase some weed
And have a place to P.O.D. when I want to
But tryin to make the paper hate it on the world
I gotta keep my glock cocked
Niggas be plottin on me trying to hurt me
So I stop
But nigga what's up I'm in a hurry
No time for conversations with niggas just thinkin to murder me
But I pin them everytime [everytime]
Time after time
Just try trickin be deceased
No more your life
Friends, is usually your foes
You know you're just like evrybody I trust
Nobody, 'cause
Everybody want some paper (I want some)
That's why we fightin over Paper (I know you want some)
And when you die, I bet you die trying to get some paper
(I bet you would die, I bet you would die)
Money money money
Make your, make your cash flow
Money money money
Make your, make your cash flow
Money money money
Make your, make your cash flow
Money money money
Make your, make your cash flow
My niggas don't you think it's funny sometimes
That you could be so quick to do a crime
You can come up and get robbed and shot
But you got the same job
Treat your business
Sometime you get your wig split
But shit
For the chedder I guess we just be willin to risk it
This is a stick up
Give up the cash
And while the purse nigga dash
Turned around and put a bullet up in your ass
Desperate ass niggas don't play
Me and my niggas it ain't al day
And you can go to the grave for mear play
Niggas play dirty 'cause we're out here hungry
We just want a meal on the table
And a mil in the pocket
You die if you cannot pay for your life
Niggas is fightin
And that's why
Big hundred dollar bills y'all
Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills y'all
Big hundred dollar bills y'all
Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills y'all
Big hundred dollar bills y'all
Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills y'all
Big hundred dollar bills y'all
Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills y'all
Would you kill, would you kill, would you kill
For them hundred dollar bills y'all
Would you kill, would you kill, would you kill
For them hundred dollar bills y'all
Everybody want some paper (I want some)
That's why we fightin' over Paper (I know you want some)
And when you die, I bet you die trying to get some paper
(I bet you would die, I bet you would die)
Better make your cash flow
Nigga better make your cash flow
Nigga make your money man
(Better hustle up and make your cash flow)
Fuck being poor
The world the world the world is very different now
The world the world the world is very different now
The world the world the world is very different now
The world the world the world is very different now
The world the world the world is very different now
The world the world the world is very different now
The world the world the world is very different now
The world, the world, the world is very different now
Everybody want some paper (I want some)
That's why we fightin' over Paper (I know you want some)
And when you die, I bet you die trying to get some paper
(I bet you would die, I bet you would die)
Shame shame
A fucked up game without the green
Mighty might dollar bill y'all, bill y'all
Have ya sinnin eventually in a coffin one day
But you came back to hustle 'cause niggas got bills to pay
Strugglin, strive
An try to stay alive
But in the meantime I'm gonna get mine
Everything will be fine when I can eat and get high
I may eat but I want to purchase some weed
And have a place to P.O.D. when I want to
But tryin to make the paper hate it on the world
I gotta keep my glock cocked
Niggas be plottin on me trying to hurt me
So I stop
But nigga what's up I'm in a hurry
No time for conversations with niggas just thinkin to murder me
But I pin them everytime [everytime]
Time after time
Just try trickin be deceased
No more your life
Friends, is usually your foes
You know you're just like evrybody I trust
Nobody, 'cause
Everybody want some paper (I want some)
That's why we fightin over Paper (I know you want some)
And when you die, I bet you die trying to get some paper
(I bet you would die, I bet you would die)
Money money money
Make your, make your cash flow
Money money money
Make your, make your cash flow
Money money money
Make your, make your cash flow
Money money money
Make your, make your cash flow
My niggas don't you think it's funny sometimes
That you could be so quick to do a crime
You can come up and get robbed and shot
But you got the same job
Treat your business
Sometime you get your wig split
But shit
For the chedder I guess we just be willin to risk it
This is a stick up
Give up the cash
And while the purse nigga dash
Turned around and put a bullet up in your ass
Desperate ass niggas don't play
Me and my niggas it ain't al day
And you can go to the grave for mear play
Niggas play dirty 'cause we're out here hungry
We just want a meal on the table
And a mil in the pocket
You die if you cannot pay for your life
Niggas is fightin
And that's why
Big hundred dollar bills y'all
Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills y'all
Big hundred dollar bills y'all
Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills y'all
Big hundred dollar bills y'all
Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills y'all
Big hundred dollar bills y'all
Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills y'all
Would you kill, would you kill, would you kill
For them hundred dollar bills y'all
Would you kill, would you kill, would you kill
For them hundred dollar bills y'all
Everybody want some paper (I want some)
That's why we fightin' over Paper (I know you want some)
And when you die, I bet you die trying to get some paper
(I bet you would die, I bet you would die)
Better make your cash flow
Nigga better make your cash flow
Nigga make your money man
(Better hustle up and make your cash flow)
Fuck being poor
Lyrics submitted by Kwee Craggs
Paper Lyrics as written by Bernard Leon Jackson Anthony Henderson
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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I can't believe nobody has left a comment on this song! My absolute favorite stoner song of all time! Snaps this into perspective for me. If your dead, you can't spend any money man! Make the most of the life that you have to live, and don't worry so much about the little shit, EVEN MONEY!!!! Long live Krazyie Bone!!!