Raised Fist - Chaos
Six-figure salary and still not fed up with insanity
Sound like u are mentally ill
And I still wonder why u keep chasin' the dollar bill
So fix ur lips ur hips, actin' like twenty
And u can't come to grips with the plague ordinary people call age
U are workin' ovatime, as a banker
Organized crime, leather shoes, expensive watch
Big mansion, still u cry at night
How sweet, ur kids in the backseat while u smoke and work on the next tweet
Everyone in the gang so happy, then it ends with a bang
A piece of processed food in the corner of ur mouth
when u pushed her south and because the man that u did not plan
It was like u could not command ur own body
U could not withstand
Done, when done, cash in the hand, zip ur pants up
Back to a happy marriage and family land
Let it be said, u should be dead
Let it be said, they should be dead
When I feel down and low, in the city of cold
Where the snow falls, and no flowers seem to grow
We try to go out on tour, we try to ignore
The insecure media whores burnin' out of control
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