Hustlin’

Written by Jonathan Tyler

Got nothing to lose

Nothing to prove 

Just a feeling and desire

So you pay your dues

Putting holes in your shoes

As you walk through the fire

You can feel the heat

Underneath your feet

Man them dogs are tired

Better make a plan

Play your hand

Cause you’re down to the wire

Everybody’s 

Hustlin’, bustlin’

Making a scene

Wheelin’, dealin’

Coming out clean

Running, gunning

Throwing gas in the tank

Ah honey, it’s money in the bank

You’re living fast 

Got your foot on the gas 

Somewhere between the lines

Friends and foes

Gather close

Waiting for the creek to rise

Gentlemen turn to swindlin’

At the first sign of success

A pretty girl can wreck your world

With a diamond and a dress

Cause everybody’s 

Hustlin’, bustlin’

Making a scene

Wheelin’, dealin’

Coming out clean

Running, gunning

Throwing gas in the tank

Ah honey, it’s money in the bank

I’m just a rag tag 

Dirt bag

Living on zig zags

False hope

Misanthrope

Just behind the velvet rope

Big shots

Private yachts

Off shore jackpots

Trust fund re-run

Trophy life come undone

Hustlin, bustling

Making a scene

Wheeling, dealing

Coming out clean

Running, gunning

Throwing gas in the tank

Ah honey, it’s money in the bank