MONEY MAKES YOU STUPID
The regimes in somehow
Oh, funny thing, somehow
Wait a couple weeks, how we're doing now?
Oh, we're fucking thinking now
Uh, uh, I don't wanna feel it
I don't wanna feel it, fuck it up
Uh, uh, I don't wanna feel it
I don't wanna feel it, fuck it up
Uh, uh, I don't wanna feel it
I don't wanna feel it, fuck it up
Uh, uh, I don't wanna feel it
I don't wanna feel it, fuck it up
Hey, Jesus, what the fuck?
All this bullshit makes me cum
Heard this saying, "Suck my nuts"
All this money makes me dumb
We're just like you
Uh, I don't wanna feel it
Uh, uh, I don't wanna feel it
I don't wanna feel it, fuck it up
Uh, uh, I don't wanna feel it
I don't wanna feel it, fuck it up
Uh, uh, I don't wanna feel it
I don't wanna feel it, fuck it up
Keeping track of everything
Keeping track of
What I used to tell myself I wanna be
Scattered like a memory
Scattered like a stupid little dream
Like a stupid little dream come true
Ugh
What does it mean? Not anything
Put your guilty conscience at ease
Yeah, what do you want to believe?
Yeah, what do you want to believe?
What does it mean? Not anything
Put your guilty conscience at ease
Yeah, what do you want to believe?
What do you—
What the fuck do you wanna see?
What the fuck you wanna
Try to tell yourself will never be?
Oh, please, what?
What the fuck you wanna see?
What the fuck you wanna
Try to tell yourself we'll never be?
Oh, please!
I might just stress in my spot
I might just give up on God
I might just die while you watch
I might just do what I want
I might just do what I want
I might just do what I want
Gray cement looking like a window
Looking at the past, Jesus keep my eyes low
Let's peace out and screw them
Fuck, it let's fucking cash out
Get stupid
Everything I want to be is a weapon
Everything I want to be is a weapon
Yeah, I cause my own problems
Yeah, it's true
I'm a natural born loser
Yeah, I can do that shit if I wanna (if I wanna)
I can drop out of life if I wanna, or I could not
I cause my own problems (I cannot hide problems)
I won't choke the true shit
Yeah, I cause
My own problems
That no one else could cause (yeah, I cause)
Female good shit working out
Oh, funny thing, somehow
Wait a couple weeks, how we're doing now?
Oh, we're fucking thinking now
Uh, uh, I don't wanna feel it
I don't wanna feel it, fuck it up
Uh, uh, I don't wanna feel it
I don't wanna feel it, fuck it up
Uh, uh, I don't wanna feel it
I don't wanna feel it, fuck it up
Uh, uh, I don't wanna feel it
I don't wanna feel it, fuck it up
Hey, Jesus, what the fuck?
All this bullshit makes me cum
Heard this saying, "Suck my nuts"
All this money makes me dumb
We're just like you
Uh, I don't wanna feel it
Uh, uh, I don't wanna feel it
I don't wanna feel it, fuck it up
Uh, uh, I don't wanna feel it
I don't wanna feel it, fuck it up
Uh, uh, I don't wanna feel it
I don't wanna feel it, fuck it up
Keeping track of everything
Keeping track of
What I used to tell myself I wanna be
Scattered like a memory
Scattered like a stupid little dream
Like a stupid little dream come true
Ugh
What does it mean? Not anything
Put your guilty conscience at ease
Yeah, what do you want to believe?
Yeah, what do you want to believe?
What does it mean? Not anything
Put your guilty conscience at ease
Yeah, what do you want to believe?
What do you—
What the fuck do you wanna see?
What the fuck you wanna
Try to tell yourself will never be?
Oh, please, what?
What the fuck you wanna see?
What the fuck you wanna
Try to tell yourself we'll never be?
Oh, please!
I might just stress in my spot
I might just give up on God
I might just die while you watch
I might just do what I want
I might just do what I want
I might just do what I want
Gray cement looking like a window
Looking at the past, Jesus keep my eyes low
Let's peace out and screw them
Fuck, it let's fucking cash out
Get stupid
Everything I want to be is a weapon
Everything I want to be is a weapon
Yeah, I cause my own problems
Yeah, it's true
I'm a natural born loser
Yeah, I can do that shit if I wanna (if I wanna)
I can drop out of life if I wanna, or I could not
I cause my own problems (I cannot hide problems)
I won't choke the true shit
Yeah, I cause
My own problems
That no one else could cause (yeah, I cause)
Female good shit working out
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Writer(s): Ada Rook, Devi Mccallion
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