Saturday, June 13, 2026

Cash App Me Home ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Stereo Types Stereotypes

Cash App me home.

Cash App me home.
The van broke down
In the danger zone.

Cash App me home.
Cash App me home.
The drummer paid
Again alone.

Five for gas.
Ten for tow.
Twenty if you
Loved the show.

Cash App me home.
Cash App me home.
No shame left.
Just road and phone.

We left with hope
And half a tank.
The singer said,
“We’re fine, I think.”

The guitarist packed
A case of tone.
The bass player brought
One sandwich alone.

The wizard brought
A glowing box.
The drummer brought
The tire blocks.

The side door saint
Said, “Check that sound.”
The van coughed twice
And then sat down.

Cash App me home.
Cash App me home.
The van broke down
In the danger zone.

Cash App me home.
Cash App me home.
The drummer paid
Again alone.

Jack-AL heard
“Cash App me home”
As “crash nap gnome”
On a roadside throne.

Crash nap gnome.
Crash nap gnome.
Sleeping in the breakdown zone.

No.
No.
That is not the phrase.

But the crowd already
Sings it for days.

Cash App me home.
Cash App me home.
The van broke down
In the danger zone.

Cash App me home.
Cash App me home.
No shame left.
Just road and phone.

The tow truck lights
Were holy blue.
The drummer said,
“I told you.”

The singer said,
“I almost paid.”
The sound guy laughed
And looked away.

Five for gas.
Ten for tow.
Twenty if you
Loved the show.

Thirty if you
Bought a shirt.
Forty if you
Saw us hurt.

Cash App me home.
Cash App me home.
The van broke down
In the danger zone.

Cash App me home.
Cash App me home.
The drummer paid
Again alone.

No van.
No show.
No cash.
No go.

No gas.
No phone.
Cash App me home.

Crash nap gnome.
Crash nap gnome.
Jack-AL made
The wrong words known.

Cash App me home.
Cash App me home.
Same old band.
Same old loan.

We played for free.
We paid to play.
We sold one shirt
And drove away.

We hit the road.
The road hit back.
The drummer found
Another crack.

Cash App me home.
Cash App me home.
The van broke down
In the danger zone.

Cash App me home.
Cash App me home.
No shame left.
Just road and phone.

Five for gas.
Ten for tow.
Twenty if you
Loved the show.

Cash App me home.
Cash App me home.
The drummer paid
Again alone.


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