I start to sing and I start to dance
I pull up my pants, because that's my ass
I'm blowing money and I'm spending gas

I hope I'll never have to visit a grave
I'm making money just in case
I'm living everyday like it's my last


What's at the end of the road? I don't know I'll see
If I'm not making money, then its not for me
I'm counting cash in a thousand degrees
I'm making money, but its not for me


I get all my money from deep sea fracking
With my chop, I am never lacking
My amazon delivery, I am tracking
My arm got infected and now I am hacking

I keep my firearms in the Kremlin
I smoke cigarettes off the ground because I'm a gremlin
I shot my opp in the leg, and now he's tremblin'
I met his estranged son and their resembling

I killed a man and I started wearing his sandals
I visited his grave and I brought a wet candle
I've only felt remorse for my opps nine times in my life
I ran up on him and I made him juggle a knife

I swerve in my car because I do not own it
I vanquish my adversaries and I vanquish my opponent
I'm eating bread when I walk around the pumpkin patch
I made a bunch of cookies and for you I have a batch

@froojyicko

" Sandled " by Steve Koiler & Mudoch Houze

Steve Koiler