Promise Shards
I, I, I
Need money spend money
Broke, broke, broke
They took it all from me
I, I, I
Don't think you understand
Righteous with values but quick to draw back your hand
Give me a little, I earned it right
I exist on this earth so you pay for my life
Just kidding, I don't believe in word Free
Live frugal to never accumulate any debris
80 a month on the groceries
Supposed to be higher than that
They spend more on the cat outside
Got too much pride to get on EBT
C'est la vie, man with money got no hunger or energy
Chemically men receive jolts makes them molt
Rise to top of the whole hollow soul
With control owe hunger to accomplishing all of their goals
Got a job offer, but I turned it down
Delete the voicemail before it could make one sound
I need no help
You need no help
Broke like my promises
Shards are my wealth
At this point in life money mean nothing to me
Nothing to me
Or so I say I bought time today
I can live in disarray
If a bill it will replace
They would make me start to splay
Empty hands bleed every day
I do not have any debt
I do not have any yet
If I find a place to hide
I will flood it from outside
Lacerations are severe
Cut me up just like premiere
When you think you're in the clear
Motivation disappears
I would abandon money if I could self sustain my ways
I'd live inside the turquoise trees and never explain all my pain
Money, money, money, money
Got a job offer, but I turned it down
Delete the voicemail before it could make one sound
I need no help
You need no help
Broke like my promises
Shards are my wealth
At this point in life money mean
Nothing to me
I bought time today
Meets the night, light
Blind in my sight, fight
None be polite, sike
Can't be read type, wiped
You'd say I'm ripe, like
Young at my height, bites
Nothing to look forward to
There's a man trapped by the money he has
Rehab only taught him how else to relapse
Perhaps he was caught by the fisherman
Of his own farm means no harm like the blistered man
Both his hands get scratched up by the takers
Crosshatched by your makers
Walk on you like floor
Add bolts to your door
Revolted by yours
The stocks are just chores
Don't scratch at your sores
Standard and Poor's
Need money spend money
Broke, broke, broke
They took it all from me
I, I, I
Don't think you understand
Righteous with values but quick to draw back your hand
Give me a little, I earned it right
I exist on this earth so you pay for my life
Just kidding, I don't believe in word Free
Live frugal to never accumulate any debris
80 a month on the groceries
Supposed to be higher than that
They spend more on the cat outside
Got too much pride to get on EBT
C'est la vie, man with money got no hunger or energy
Chemically men receive jolts makes them molt
Rise to top of the whole hollow soul
With control owe hunger to accomplishing all of their goals
Got a job offer, but I turned it down
Delete the voicemail before it could make one sound
I need no help
You need no help
Broke like my promises
Shards are my wealth
At this point in life money mean nothing to me
Nothing to me
Or so I say I bought time today
I can live in disarray
If a bill it will replace
They would make me start to splay
Empty hands bleed every day
I do not have any debt
I do not have any yet
If I find a place to hide
I will flood it from outside
Lacerations are severe
Cut me up just like premiere
When you think you're in the clear
Motivation disappears
I would abandon money if I could self sustain my ways
I'd live inside the turquoise trees and never explain all my pain
Money, money, money, money
Got a job offer, but I turned it down
Delete the voicemail before it could make one sound
I need no help
You need no help
Broke like my promises
Shards are my wealth
At this point in life money mean
Nothing to me
I bought time today
Meets the night, light
Blind in my sight, fight
None be polite, sike
Can't be read type, wiped
You'd say I'm ripe, like
Young at my height, bites
Nothing to look forward to
There's a man trapped by the money he has
Rehab only taught him how else to relapse
Perhaps he was caught by the fisherman
Of his own farm means no harm like the blistered man
Both his hands get scratched up by the takers
Crosshatched by your makers
Walk on you like floor
Add bolts to your door
Revolted by yours
The stocks are just chores
Don't scratch at your sores
Standard and Poor's
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Writer(s): Kyle Weathersby
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