You've got yourself a living
Big house on top the hill
Yachts and jets and sporty cars
My ain't that a thrill
But I know a secret you haven't told
Your spoils your riches, your cache of gold
Can you tell me where you get it from?
Your 'rents ain't rich, you got no job
And you're far from CEO
Your hands don't twitch, no athletic itch
So how'd you build the whole?
Well I've figured it out, with-out no doubt
You're a crook who doesn't steal
Don't need no fence, just an artist's sense
To paint them dollar bills
Caught in a lie, ain't that grand?
Life broken down, pathetic young man
We live in a world, tinted green, greed based society
Well, you know what?
That's okay
Cause from my point of view
You've carrying a few, burdens ain't that right?
All that stress, what a mess
Though the smile's such a sight
Feel that sin infesting you?
Yea, I know, feels pretty good
Hope to join you one day, though I gotta say
All my art's done right n' true
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You've got yourself a living
Big house on top the hill
Yachts and jets and sporty cars
My ain't that a thrill
But I know a secret you haven't told
Your spoils your riches, your cache of gold
Can you tell me where you get it from?
Your 'rents ain't rich, you got no job
And you're far from CEO
Your hands don't twitch, no athletic itch
So how'd you build the whole?
Well I've figured it out, with-out no doubt
You're a crook who doesn't steal
Don't need no fence, just an artist's sense
To paint them dollar bills
Caught in a lie, ain't that grand?
Life broken down, pathetic young man
We live in a world, tinted green, greed based society
Well, you know what?
That's okay
Cause from my point of view
You've carrying a few, burdens ain't that right?
All that stress, what a mess
Though the smile's such a sight
Feel that sin infesting you?
Yea, I know, feels pretty good
Hope to join you one day, though I gotta say
All my art's done right n' true
Big house on top the hill
Yachts and jets and sporty cars
My ain't that a thrill
But I know a secret you haven't told
Your spoils your riches, your cache of gold
Can you tell me where you get it from?
Your 'rents ain't rich, you got no job
And you're far from CEO
Your hands don't twitch, no athletic itch
So how'd you build the whole?
Well I've figured it out, with-out no doubt
You're a crook who doesn't steal
Don't need no fence, just an artist's sense
To paint them dollar bills
Caught in a lie, ain't that grand?
Life broken down, pathetic young man
We live in a world, tinted green, greed based society
Well, you know what?
That's okay
Cause from my point of view
You've carrying a few, burdens ain't that right?
All that stress, what a mess
Though the smile's such a sight
Feel that sin infesting you?
Yea, I know, feels pretty good
Hope to join you one day, though I gotta say
All my art's done right n' true
Writer: Artem Bank
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid