Slumlord

Guilt free
As he floods the streets
Don't give an opportunist such opportunity
Oh it's a deep social wound
Now ask yourself: what has he got to lose?
Cause money's his food
And he craved a crisis
To acquire a taste you have to have tried it
Try stress surviving
This private island
When you're not a proprietor vampire

It's overpriced in paradise
Now if I was money, where would I hide?
I'd set up an AirBnb
A word to the wise

Well guess who's back, back again
It's our old friend; the boom, and he's searching for a room
Must include: four walls and a roof
But nothing else matters, cause beggars can't choose
Maybe he'll commute
Just like you
And your oh so hopeful attitude
But is it gonna save ya, man?
Is it gonna pay your rent?
Then you can't waste your energy on it

It's overpriced in paradise
Now if I was money, where would I hide?
I'd set up an Airbnb
A word to the wise

The shame of a city
As he finds a new hill and he becomes a king!
The slumlord plays monopoly
I call him a cheat but really he's just too good for me
Target basic needs, that's the strategy
King of the game
In a way he's an athlete
I need someone to flip the board
Before we're done for

It's overpriced in paradise
Now if I was money, where would I hide?
I'd set up an Airbnb
A word to the wise



Credits
Writer(s): Owen Murphy
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