Franchise
Yea, I want to build a franchise
Want to sell goods
Want to make a profit
Let's see what I cook
Maybe I'm evil
But even Knievel
Risked his life everyday to sell tickets to people
Why is it that anybody making money's bad?
Who are you to tell me how to live?
I think it's pretty cool
If you turn a dream into a million cash
Then I think you're living right and doing what we all need to
I'm living
I'm breathing
Take me away from the place that I've always been
This fucked up nightmare I've envisioned
So they drag me down
Sticks and stones they drown me out
But words, they piss me off
Always making music for the dream
Never thinking about the money
But wait until the royalties
Roll in like casualties
To homicide as they're counting the bodies
Yea I want to build a franchise
Want to sell goods
Want to make a profit
Let's see what I cook
Maybe I'm unholy
But how the hell would I
Give all that I could if I didn't have nothing
Yea I'm twisted
For wanting more than enough
Because I was working for it
But I guess I should've
Pulled away from the feeling of success
But now it's in my grasp, and I'mma take that
I think I'm winning
But I've got little left
I got a job and my music, so I'll just flip the beat back
Yea I want to build a franchise
Want to sell goods
Want to make a profit
Let's see what I cook
Maybe it's tyranny
But even mercury
Sang out how he did for all of the publicity
Want to sell goods
Want to make a profit
Let's see what I cook
Maybe I'm evil
But even Knievel
Risked his life everyday to sell tickets to people
Why is it that anybody making money's bad?
Who are you to tell me how to live?
I think it's pretty cool
If you turn a dream into a million cash
Then I think you're living right and doing what we all need to
I'm living
I'm breathing
Take me away from the place that I've always been
This fucked up nightmare I've envisioned
So they drag me down
Sticks and stones they drown me out
But words, they piss me off
Always making music for the dream
Never thinking about the money
But wait until the royalties
Roll in like casualties
To homicide as they're counting the bodies
Yea I want to build a franchise
Want to sell goods
Want to make a profit
Let's see what I cook
Maybe I'm unholy
But how the hell would I
Give all that I could if I didn't have nothing
Yea I'm twisted
For wanting more than enough
Because I was working for it
But I guess I should've
Pulled away from the feeling of success
But now it's in my grasp, and I'mma take that
I think I'm winning
But I've got little left
I got a job and my music, so I'll just flip the beat back
Yea I want to build a franchise
Want to sell goods
Want to make a profit
Let's see what I cook
Maybe it's tyranny
But even mercury
Sang out how he did for all of the publicity
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