Dah, dah, dah, dah
Dah, dah, dah-dah, dah, dah
Dah, dah, dah, dah
Dah, dah, dah-dah, dah, dah
Dah, dah, dah

Rockets, moon shots
Spend it on the have nots
Money, we make it
Fore we see it you take it

Oh, make me want to holler
The way they do my life (yeah)
Make me want to holler
The way they do my life

This ain't livin', this ain't livin'
No, no baby, this ain't livin'
No, no, no, no

Inflation no chance
To increase finance
Bills pile up sky high
Send that boy off to die
Oh, make me want to holler
The way they do my life (duh, duh, duh)
Yeah, make me want to holler
The way they do my life
Oh, baby

Dah, dah, dah
Dah, dah, dah
Hang-ups, let downs
Bad breaks, set backs
Natural fact is
Oh honey that I can't pay my taxes

Oh, make me want to holler
And throw up both my hands
Yea, it make me want to holler
And throw up both my hands

Oh (ow) crime is (woo) increasing
Trigger happy policing
Panic is spreading
God knows where we're heading
Oh, make me want to holler
They don't understand

Dah, dah, dah
Dah, dah, dah
Dah, dah, dah
Mother, mother

Everybody thinks we're wrong
Who are they to judge us
Simply cause we wear our hair long

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Writer(s): James Nyx, Marvin Gaye