Fifteen Pennies
There is a jungle you can stumble into
America, with nothing and they get something but there is
Kerosene and matches all around smoke and fire clouds
You'll barely see the light that's...
I never had a fortune or a trust fund
Never had a dealer 'cause I was one
Never change the fabric I was cut from
Under my Ruger was tucking one gun and a bunch of drugs
I got skunk drunk on the 8th of November
Thought we were done son
The night of the election when the Trump won
But never felt a punch I can't get up from
I'm a tough one and I don't
Judge the ones that never trusted me then
I treated some of my friends like dust in the wind
Thinkin' that I had money to spend
But I'd be stupid and play
When I have music to make, look
You want a piece of the American dream?
You better do like the powerful do and barely concede
Spend 10000 hours on your hustle degree
And make the money disappear like it was nothin' to me
There is a jungle you can stumble into
America, with nothing and they get something but there is
Kerosene and matches all around smoke and fire clouds
You'll barely see the light that's meant to guide you
Always had a chip about my shoulder
The only one who never had the code word
I had to sneak around to the back door
While you were skippin' rocks I move boulders
'Til my back was sore
But I can make a dollar out of fifteen pennies
Lost souls I've seen many
I can change-a-chang it gets heavy
Like a kettle bell or feel like confetti
Like a kiss, kiss bang
Nothing personal it's just a business thang
I was on the train saying, "Bye, bye buddy"
While you were waiting for whatever Christmas brings
You can kiss this ring, listen
My lady tells me I got hate in my eyes
But I'm just layin' low and taking my time (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's never too late
We all drink the Kool-Aid
Chasin' the lie
But I just stay in disguise, come on
There is a jungle you can stumble into
America, with nothing and they get something but there is
Kerosene and matches all around smoke and fire clouds
You'll barely see the light that's meant to guide you
There is a jungle you can stumble into
America, with nothing and they get something but there is
Kerosene and matches all around smoke and fire clouds
You'll barely see the light that's meant to guide you
America, with nothing and they get something but there is
Kerosene and matches all around smoke and fire clouds
You'll barely see the light that's...
I never had a fortune or a trust fund
Never had a dealer 'cause I was one
Never change the fabric I was cut from
Under my Ruger was tucking one gun and a bunch of drugs
I got skunk drunk on the 8th of November
Thought we were done son
The night of the election when the Trump won
But never felt a punch I can't get up from
I'm a tough one and I don't
Judge the ones that never trusted me then
I treated some of my friends like dust in the wind
Thinkin' that I had money to spend
But I'd be stupid and play
When I have music to make, look
You want a piece of the American dream?
You better do like the powerful do and barely concede
Spend 10000 hours on your hustle degree
And make the money disappear like it was nothin' to me
There is a jungle you can stumble into
America, with nothing and they get something but there is
Kerosene and matches all around smoke and fire clouds
You'll barely see the light that's meant to guide you
Always had a chip about my shoulder
The only one who never had the code word
I had to sneak around to the back door
While you were skippin' rocks I move boulders
'Til my back was sore
But I can make a dollar out of fifteen pennies
Lost souls I've seen many
I can change-a-chang it gets heavy
Like a kettle bell or feel like confetti
Like a kiss, kiss bang
Nothing personal it's just a business thang
I was on the train saying, "Bye, bye buddy"
While you were waiting for whatever Christmas brings
You can kiss this ring, listen
My lady tells me I got hate in my eyes
But I'm just layin' low and taking my time (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's never too late
We all drink the Kool-Aid
Chasin' the lie
But I just stay in disguise, come on
There is a jungle you can stumble into
America, with nothing and they get something but there is
Kerosene and matches all around smoke and fire clouds
You'll barely see the light that's meant to guide you
There is a jungle you can stumble into
America, with nothing and they get something but there is
Kerosene and matches all around smoke and fire clouds
You'll barely see the light that's meant to guide you
Credits
Writer(s): John Martin, Samuel Lachow, Jake Crocker, Milo Eubank
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