Hey, Wanna Make $20 the Hard Way? Video (MV)

It stemmed from a cut inside my mouth
I am the architect to all my failures
Crowned the king of the insulin syringe
You shined the sun upon some bad behaviour
I got this chicken shit blood inside my veins
That I want out but I am a chemical emblem
When you f*ck me, you talk like my mother did
A makeshift tourniquet and we'll see
How my body fends

C'mon and get me high like you used to
Why won't you get me high like we used to
I wanna get you high like we used to
So what? Do you hate me now?

He was born of both singers and shaman
He was kin to the man cooking speed down south
Asked to go out the same way we came in
But never underestimate what I'd live without
He's got a taste for the hard drugs and young boys
He's going soft in an old unforgiving place
Now the banks, churches, livestock convoys
And better men are now taken with my glamourous mistakes

It's time to give the devil a little something for his trouble
As this spree of rotten lovers kept the bed warm
The day might come where I put something sharp in something vital
But until then these are the crimes that I am known for

There's a hole where the money goes
In the skin that we don't talk about no more
And in the evening wind I'm bound endlessly
But carefully
To all of the awful things I've done