| B. Park, T. Laing, K. Tamati |
| Myele Manzanza — percussion |
| Toby Laing — trumpet |
| Priduced by Parks |
| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger |
| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind |
| You choose to be a fool of your own making |
| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life |
| Now you get to stand there, be the victim of the day |
| Tell everyone around you, you were a pawn in your own game |
| Oh, how the sympathy will flow as you rest your weary head |
| You’ll be thinking 'bout your hardship, I’ll be chanting this instead |
| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger |
| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind |
| You choose to be a fool of your own making |
| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life |
| My ears have bled blood, never to return |
| I had to learn the hard way and the hard way gets you burned |
| So burn me at the stake, I’ll be the witch of your middle age |
| As I stand here in the fire, my final words you’ll hear me say |
| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger |
| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind |
| You choose to be a fool of your own making |
| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life |
| Oh, digger, a figure to run to |
| You got me holding you |
| Rocking you in my arms |
| Blinded by you |
| Oh, digger, I give you a month or two |
| You’ll show your colours true |
| I now see through you |
| Don’t see what I saw |
| Digger, pretend to be full |
| Wholesome and truthful |
| Depends on who’s around you |
| Saying what you owe |
| Digger, I never needed you |
| I was your play tool |
| Now that I’ve finished school |
| I can finally say |
| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger |
| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind |
| You choose to be a fool of your own making |
| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life |
| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger |
| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind |
| You choose to be a fool of your own making |
| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life |
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