Sick boi, sick boi, allopathic script boi (shi)
Pathogenic, schizophrenic, call a medic quick, boi (bla)
Quick, boi, quick, boi, just wanna scratch the itch, boi (woo)
Agoraphobic, multi-courses on it, I'm that sick boi
Nothing to lose, nothing to win, or to prove, nothing but holes in my shoes
Nothing but nothing, I'm hustling, bustling, pain is a paradox I didn't choose
Nothing but truth, nothing but fire in the booth, nothing that you could do, I couldn't do
Nothing that you could do better, forget all the others, I'm aiming at you
Psychotoxic, diagnostic, catastrophic news
Since I got sick, know for one the pain, it comes in twos
Pathotonic, antipsychotic, speedo blockers, antibiotics
Watch the clock tick, pick the lock pick, quick let's dip, get loose
Wait for a minute, I'm struggling with it, I'm doubling down and I'm doubling digits
I live it, I live with the pain and forgive it 'cause bitterness eats you alive when you're in it
I miss it, then flip it, then rip off the script that is fitting that I have been screaming at demons that visit
I'm feeling so rigid, I lean on religion but God sits there laughing, I'm burning my bridges
Car crash, whiplash
Ambulance, body bags, zip back
It's a game of circumstance, wrong turn
Everything can all collapse, get burned
Back inside the relapse, cracks, they stack back to back
And I'm back on my back inside the counterattack
Pop Prozac, knock it back, wash it down and relax
And that's that, subtract, collapse, react, adapt
Oh, getting lost, money, money, money
Oh, getting to the top like I got nothing to lose, yeah
Like I got nothing to lose, lose, lose, lose
Oh, getting lost, money, money, money
Oh, getting to the top like I got nothing to lose, yeah
Like I got nothing to lose, lose, lose
Getting lost, money like a drug
Once upon a time, a time that was not long ago
There lived a boy inside his mind, sometimes a thought would overflow
And grow and grow, until they blinded the boy, he decomposed
And if you read between the lines of his story, you will know
That there is method to his madness, prerequisite for his sadness
For there must be catalysts which exist to explain his status
Extract it and look right at it, his panic was formed in fragments
That happened from lack of passion attacking his hippocampus
Back to the story where the story begins
There was a boy, he was confused by the world that he lived in
A world where profit is religion and to knock it is sin
A world where profit spread the word of putting profit over kin
Sink or swim, blood it is thicker than
Money and dividend, secret thick skin
See it for what it is, resist, and take a hit on the chin
Anti-capitalist, a rationalist, a war, it shall begin
On the greedy who mislead the people, it starts from within
In, in, are you in it to win? Or are you in it for a purpose that exists outside your skin?
When you're in it, is it worthless to resist, begin again
Are you screaming on the surface, are you like me, are you in?
Ooh, getting all this money, money
Money, ooh, getting to the bag like I got nothing to lose, yeah
Like I got nothing to lose, lose
Getting all this money like a job
It's done, it's done, it's done, it's done
[Birdgs chirping]
Ooh, getting all this money, money
Money, ooh, getting to the bag like I got nothing to lose, yeah
Like I got nothing to lose, lose
Lose, lose
Ooh, getting all this money, money
Money, ooh, getting to the bag like I got nothing to lose, yeah
Like I got nothing to lose, lose
Getting all this money like a job (bla, bla, bla, bla, bla)
It's done
It's done
It's done
It's done
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