Dirty Money
I used to live the dream
Dirty money would flock to me
But now I'm left to wash society
And the limousines that used to drive me around
I used to fight the night
The dice was loaded for me
A Jesus Christ, a light in the sky and a key
But now it's dark and I can barely see the ground
If I could turn back time
I would make my honor mine
Wouldn't sell it for a car, a girl, two girls or even nine
But now I'm left with nothing
Not a dollar or a little something
Not a little bit of pride, of hope, or faith in mankind
I used to feel, and I used to dream of what I could be
It gave me fuel to want to work on me
But I got dragged into the material world
So now I'm cynical
I can't feel anything at all
I'm just another king without a crown
Waiting for his kingdom come to put him down
If I could turn back time
I would make my honor mine
Wouldn't sell it for a car, a girl, two girls or even nine
The lions feed their souls on the sun
And take the throne in the coliseum
If I could turn back time
I would make my honor mine
Wouldn't sell it for a car, a girl, two girls or even nine
But now I'm left with nothing
Not a dollar or a little something
Not a little bit of pride, of hope, or faith in mankind
Dirty money would flock to me
But now I'm left to wash society
And the limousines that used to drive me around
I used to fight the night
The dice was loaded for me
A Jesus Christ, a light in the sky and a key
But now it's dark and I can barely see the ground
If I could turn back time
I would make my honor mine
Wouldn't sell it for a car, a girl, two girls or even nine
But now I'm left with nothing
Not a dollar or a little something
Not a little bit of pride, of hope, or faith in mankind
I used to feel, and I used to dream of what I could be
It gave me fuel to want to work on me
But I got dragged into the material world
So now I'm cynical
I can't feel anything at all
I'm just another king without a crown
Waiting for his kingdom come to put him down
If I could turn back time
I would make my honor mine
Wouldn't sell it for a car, a girl, two girls or even nine
The lions feed their souls on the sun
And take the throne in the coliseum
If I could turn back time
I would make my honor mine
Wouldn't sell it for a car, a girl, two girls or even nine
But now I'm left with nothing
Not a dollar or a little something
Not a little bit of pride, of hope, or faith in mankind
Credits
Writer(s): Vlad Holiday, Jon Kaplan
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