The Moneyz Lyrics – Rare Americans
A *** of crows
Follows everywhere we go
Scavenged by our past
Askin’ “can this really last?”
It’s the rub of the drug
Its the life under the rug
The best a man can get?
Why am I suddenly, all wet?
Ya it’s a midnight moon
You pay attention when she croons
“Son its getting late, early for you
It’s getting late, real early for you“
Oh brother, oh brother, oh brother
The money
The money
Follow the money
The moneyz
The moneyz
Follow the moneyz
X3
Your just not getting it, your-just not seein’ it
Your just not getting it, your-just not seein’ it
Your just not getting it, your-just not seein’ it
Your just not getting it, your-just not seein’ it
Who blends well and who’s friends? Ask whose ends depend?
Who trades in the sellin’ of likes?
Fake kids dress up, play pretend
Like they are actually psyched
‘Bout your brand new birthday bike
We’re rattled, foggy, spooked
Lonely, lost, loveable, mooks
Wink of wolf as he glides past
“Of your scent boy, I am keeping track”
Of your scent, boy I’m keeping track
Oh brother, oh brother, oh brother
The money
The money
Follow the money
The moneyz
The moneyz
Follow the moneyz
X2
Your just not getting it, your-just not seein’ it
Your just not getting it, your-just not seein’ it
Your just not getting it, your-just not seein’ it
Your just not getting it, your-just not seein’ it
