Shake with your left hand- We don't trust these people. Still your tongue and Keep all your secrets. It isn't lying if you say nothing. Narrow your eyes, Wide eyes, full of innocence, You aren't their fool. Shake with your left hand- We don't trust these people.
you're words are soft but cut so deep they drive a hole into my cheek your tears are cold but storms unfold as we **** ourselves for silver and gold money falls burning right through our fragile walls people on the street fighting for pennys
and we're walking on
singing all about our troubles in our bubbles making it rain but i'm still from the hood in my brain buying clothes for fun got 99 problems but a dollar ain't one
walking down the street while angels digging through the trash hoping for the day they're "free at last free at last"
we **** ourselves for diamonds hoping nobody can find them running marathons for paper chains drilling it into our brains we need it the better life while our souls burn in bank accounts and my dear wife doesnt believe money is the root of everything so she left me with my family but i still got my maid having money troubles isn't "not having enough" it's not having it to blame