They can take my name, let them run it through shit
I won’t need the fame, so it’s all legit.
I won’t need a house, or need a job.
Call me a lazy fuck or a worthless slob.
But at the end of the day there’s really nothing I want.
Nothing no man can sell me or a woman can flaunt
Cause it doesn’t really matter how much shit you own
Yet everywhere I look people are taking out loans.
It’s all a bunch of bullshit and just part of the game.
All the things people buy are all really the same.
If there was anything I wanted it’d only be one thing.
Not some clown-face whore or some fancy ring.
When it comes down to it I’m just sick of the lies
I’m sick of the shit talking and sick of the spies
There’s only one thing that matters but you have to choose,
Will you live in the lies or will you search for the truth?
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