#389 

Week 389
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Beat & Lyrics by Buck Bowen
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Lyrics:
I have no fucking clue what I’m doing on this planet
I just know I want dough but not Jane nor a Janet
Nor a John or your mom I want money bitch a lot
Fill the pool turn it green diving board belly flop
Splash with the cash
If it’s credit then forget it you can let it mosey past
I won’t be their fucking puppet with a hand stuck up my ass
Trying to profit off my losses but they cannot hold me back
Actually they can
He’s a member of your family and they call him Uncle Sam
Damn, they done uffed up the plan
Trying to get some of that bacon but they keep taking all my ham
What am I to do?
Trying to cop the scrilla while I’m paying off my dues
The race is full of rats and it’s the path we have to choose
Because the other options given are to give up or to lose
Money bag, money bag, money bag, money
Life may be a joke but ain't a damn thing hilarious
Feel the sting when the tariff hits
They make you break your back like a massive saggy pair of tits
But I ain't gonna stop
I don't give up easily I'm not the one to take a loss
You can put me at the bottom and I'll see you at the top
There is a price to this success and I promise to pay the cost
Cause money is the root
The root of flexibility and that's the plain old truth
If you call it evil then the evil's probably you
And if you got your hands on some of it who knows what you would do
But getting back to topic
Money over gravity there is no way to stop it
You're stuck in poverty because your bullshit does the talking
See the grass is always greener where the sun and water's on it

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