Close Enough Video (MV)

I want my credit to the decimal
I won't settle for close enough
Small digits make me sick
My net is gross enough
I'm living in the mint
I've got a bit of dividends
I need a breath of fresh air
And my credit to the decimal
I won't settle for close enough
Small digits make me sick
My net is gross enough
I'm living in the mint
I've got a bit of dividends
I need a breath of fresh air
And my credit to the decimal

I'll never let em forget the point
There's penny pinchers aplenty I'm pressing their pressure points
Till joints seize up
Freeze
We don't get a choice
Cursed with the holiest pockets till blood and flesh is anointed
Scuff the creps each f****** step just to get ahead when the coins flip
I've been chasing my tail direction is set in stone
Fate is engraved in graveyards they train us to fetch the bones
Haunted by past failures my lockjaw won't let it go
So I get a pay check to correct the woes
Then it gets spent on a dented soul
Make an effort to dress it up but not fix it
I guess I'm quick to dismiss it
And heaven knows I try my best to be better though
I wouldn't bet a pence on a heaven sent pessimist
Coz a peasant knows
How to stay level headed when they get the throne
The only issue is getting it before getting thrown
Off course
Drawn to those who sing our praises
So I'll just say less to set the tone

Still

I want my credit to the decimal
I won't settle for close enough
Small digits make me sick
My net is gross enough
I'm living in the mint
I've got a bit of dividends
I need a breath of fresh air
And my credit to the decimal
I won't settle for close enough
Small digits make me sick
My net is gross enough
I'm living in the mint
I've got a bit of dividends
I need a breath of fresh air
And my credit to the decimal

I won't settle for close enough
They're tryna hocus pocus us
They blow the smoke to justify why my reflection doesn't seem to be clear
So the man in the mirror doesn't seem to be here
Gotta find someone else to look up to
Say they love you then cuff you just to judge you
Like oh you ain't like us?
You must be nothing just adjust to
The status quo
Way to go now you're making dough
Safe and sound in the fakest place
Impatient pace better take it slow
But I wanna get paid mama
I've got all the soul I need
Think I've been saved mama
Gotta lot to show I mean
But I don't feel the same mama
So they hand me dopamine
This worlds so cold mama
So I gotta sugarcoat my needs
And most can't cope I see
They don't want me being myself
I had my key in the door didn't know it leads to the cell
But I ain't got a reason to keep appeasing people coz when it's all said and done
They'll get a sum
And their

Credit to the decimal
I won't settle for close enough
Small digits make me sick
My net is gross enough
I'm living in the mint
I've got a bit of dividends
I need a breath of fresh air
And my credit to the decimal
I won't settle for close enough
Small digits make me sick
My net is gross enough
I'm living in the mint
I've got a bit of dividends
I need a breath of fresh air
And my credit to the decimal