Montana

There is no reason to speak
There is no reason to hold my hands
The deepest part of your heart is an empire
In the beginning
There is a back for your bidding
There are a thousand souls to your plans
I am a restless pair of legs
Worn by a women or a man
It ate the birds
In the backyards and the billfolds
Empties out into the rivers and the streets
Danced like a dog
Over pages made with empires
Put my muddy hands in water to wash them clean
You get more money
Putting stocks into a fund
That make you money
For someone else when you are gone
Fuck you Montana
You made a rich man out of me
Fuck you Montana
Filled up my pockets my heart's clean
Fuck you Mon-
Fuck you Mon-
Fuck you Montana



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Smith, Remi Kolawole
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