Simple as That
They say money talks, but only time will tell
Penny for your thoughts and I feel high as hell
Ready for the rock, but I'm blind to the shell
Like spaghetti in the pot, I'm getting loose
They say money talks, but only time will tell
Penny for your thoughts and I feel high as hell
Ready for the rock, but I'm blind to the shell
Like spaghetti in the pot, check it out
Denial of the absolute, smile for the absentee
Smile at the truth, stare into space absently
Vile of the proof, no clue what it is actually
Smile at the truth, no clue what it is actually
Naturally, drawn to the edges of the sketches
Factually gone, like seven of eleven of them
Dramatically on, like the end of intermission
Inward digging and fishing, impression turned into living
Smirk laughing, work for a living worth having
Purse giving the dirt back to those who first had it
Contemplate the difference between them and us
Sitting on the second level of a bus
Waiting for patience, get you nowhere like trust
Stationed for greatness, its coming to me it must
Wipe the bumper for dust, hop in the back seat
That's me, happily I adjust
Penny for your thoughts and I feel high as hell
Ready for the rock, but I'm blind to the shell
Like spaghetti in the pot, I'm getting loose
They say money talks, but only time will tell
Penny for your thoughts and I feel high as hell
Ready for the rock, but I'm blind to the shell
Like spaghetti in the pot, check it out
Denial of the absolute, smile for the absentee
Smile at the truth, stare into space absently
Vile of the proof, no clue what it is actually
Smile at the truth, no clue what it is actually
Naturally, drawn to the edges of the sketches
Factually gone, like seven of eleven of them
Dramatically on, like the end of intermission
Inward digging and fishing, impression turned into living
Smirk laughing, work for a living worth having
Purse giving the dirt back to those who first had it
Contemplate the difference between them and us
Sitting on the second level of a bus
Waiting for patience, get you nowhere like trust
Stationed for greatness, its coming to me it must
Wipe the bumper for dust, hop in the back seat
That's me, happily I adjust
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Writer(s): Cameron Johnson
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