My kingdom for a Xanax; manic panic
Whole damn planet lifts a glass to the damage
Rich men cackle as the last block's annexed
They were always in it for the long con... Genghis
Cabal is all bimbos and junkies
Who f*ck with beats dirtier than Timbos at Dunkies
Kinfolk ugly, my kind of lovely
Bundy-esque hubby with some bones in the cubby
Game day cutty, name stay muddy
Fame get studied so shit ain't change, buddy
Same shit Brave New World in plain view
Boys in the yard are Daniel Plainview
Protect ya milkshake, bloody your hands
Hugging a cactus on a pilgrimage to comfier sands
Living amongst the mirage, shoveling grub out of cans
Getting your news from the frauds telling you love is a scam
I only speak in dagger or flower petal
And gag on the words between 'em
The pastor who put the devil in your details
The best minds of my generation are working retail
Or stuck in a cubicle reading emails
Poof! You're a battery
Casualty of smash and grab majesty
Yeah, you put the gas in that yacht
It's that same framed picture of what you have not
Yeah, what you ain't got
How much money do you need?
How much money do you need
Before that Costanza wallet f*cks your back up
How much money do you need?
How much money do you need?
I've seen some devious lips whistling innocent tunes
Now a lothario smirks as he is shooting the moon
Heart full of beauty and doom, he shoots his toolie in bloom
Likes all of our pretty songs but leaves the city in ruin
Monocle polished with dollars, he got the penguin apparel
Openly scoffs at the scholars who rock suspender and barrel
While you're splitting a bean, tugging a boot on a fishing line
Robber baron apostles will profit off of your prison time
You can't charm the snake out his spine
Or the cake out his back pocket, that's his basic design
And it's amazing grace of the fading divine
The Doomsday Clock face is on fire
He got a Lady Liberty Jesus-piece, owns many an empty home
And pricing them vis-a-vis a millennial terror dome
Welcome. I fear no evil in hell alone
Yea, though I walk through the Valley of Silicone
How much money do you need?
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My kingdom for a Xanax; manic panic
Whole damn planet lifts a glass to the damage
Rich men cackle as the last block's annexed
They were always in it for the long con... Genghis
Cabal is all bimbos and junkies
Who f*ck with beats dirtier than Timbos at Dunkies
Kinfolk ugly, my kind of lovely
Bundy-esque hubby with some bones in the cubby
Game day cutty, name stay muddy
Fame get studied so shit ain't change, buddy
Same shit Brave New World in plain view
Boys in the yard are Daniel Plainview
Protect ya milkshake, bloody your hands
Hugging a cactus on a pilgrimage to comfier sands
Living amongst the mirage, shoveling grub out of cans
Getting your news from the frauds telling you love is a scam
I only speak in dagger or flower petal
And gag on the words between 'em
The pastor who put the devil in your details
The best minds of my generation are working retail
Or stuck in a cubicle reading emails
Poof! You're a battery
Casualty of smash and grab majesty
Yeah, you put the gas in that yacht
It's that same framed picture of what you have not
Yeah, what you ain't got
How much money do you need?
How much money do you need
Before that Costanza wallet f*cks your back up
How much money do you need?
How much money do you need?
I've seen some devious lips whistling innocent tunes
Now a lothario smirks as he is shooting the moon
Heart full of beauty and doom, he shoots his toolie in bloom
Likes all of our pretty songs but leaves the city in ruin
Monocle polished with dollars, he got the penguin apparel
Openly scoffs at the scholars who rock suspender and barrel
While you're splitting a bean, tugging a boot on a fishing line
Robber baron apostles will profit off of your prison time
You can't charm the snake out his spine
Or the cake out his back pocket, that's his basic design
And it's amazing grace of the fading divine
The Doomsday Clock face is on fire
He got a Lady Liberty Jesus-piece, owns many an empty home
And pricing them vis-a-vis a millennial terror dome
Welcome. I fear no evil in hell alone
Yea, though I walk through the Valley of Silicone
How much money do you need?
Whole damn planet lifts a glass to the damage
Rich men cackle as the last block's annexed
They were always in it for the long con... Genghis
Cabal is all bimbos and junkies
Who f*ck with beats dirtier than Timbos at Dunkies
Kinfolk ugly, my kind of lovely
Bundy-esque hubby with some bones in the cubby
Game day cutty, name stay muddy
Fame get studied so shit ain't change, buddy
Same shit Brave New World in plain view
Boys in the yard are Daniel Plainview
Protect ya milkshake, bloody your hands
Hugging a cactus on a pilgrimage to comfier sands
Living amongst the mirage, shoveling grub out of cans
Getting your news from the frauds telling you love is a scam
I only speak in dagger or flower petal
And gag on the words between 'em
The pastor who put the devil in your details
The best minds of my generation are working retail
Or stuck in a cubicle reading emails
Poof! You're a battery
Casualty of smash and grab majesty
Yeah, you put the gas in that yacht
It's that same framed picture of what you have not
Yeah, what you ain't got
How much money do you need?
How much money do you need
Before that Costanza wallet f*cks your back up
How much money do you need?
How much money do you need?
I've seen some devious lips whistling innocent tunes
Now a lothario smirks as he is shooting the moon
Heart full of beauty and doom, he shoots his toolie in bloom
Likes all of our pretty songs but leaves the city in ruin
Monocle polished with dollars, he got the penguin apparel
Openly scoffs at the scholars who rock suspender and barrel
While you're splitting a bean, tugging a boot on a fishing line
Robber baron apostles will profit off of your prison time
You can't charm the snake out his spine
Or the cake out his back pocket, that's his basic design
And it's amazing grace of the fading divine
The Doomsday Clock face is on fire
He got a Lady Liberty Jesus-piece, owns many an empty home
And pricing them vis-a-vis a millennial terror dome
Welcome. I fear no evil in hell alone
Yea, though I walk through the Valley of Silicone
How much money do you need?
Writer: Tyler Edwards
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid