VERSE 1 (Swamburger)

Dolla, Dolla, ought to promise more of tomorrow then 
momentary holigram's fix-fix, candy coated excess fit 
for nothing better than misinterpreted nitwits to spend 
a dolla on tits tipping the game to play another hit or 
flip the stakes higher. Add a bill to the tab please 
sireÂ… for, we admire dolla, dolla, style. There's a 
urgency for currency to be spent, I want it now! The 
deal's not enough, Im'a consumer bloomer congruent to 
“all out,” union of moving into the fall route. Split 
between a poor-trait and a rich pinch of which pretty 
penny makes intense sense, since I'm looking for the 
seat of success in my 2 cents to a differ-rinse in 
washing the brain to sustain rent, clothes, and what it 
all meant before the dolla, dolla, holla, holla, blue 
collar rocwila taught you how to be a scholar working 
at McDonald's parlorÂ… top it off with fries. Electric 
shockÂ… the man with no dolla dies.


Change? Tell me that you got a little I'm a little 
drained. Trouble is I fought a world and I'ma let it 
change the way I live in honoring the mighty one in 
vein.

VERSE 2 (Alexandrah)

Sense it appeals a negative field's
Work cure for your hard earned surface
Thank you change due to your mind.
“Cents should be vented from pockets
For lockets and stock picks”
Stop its accomplishment in Maslow's five
And business dies
But decadence says its participants
Can't regulate spent, regiment course,
Reverse a debt or finger source of the crime.
Holidays take the obvious for display
Obligation makes the hasty wasting after taste
Of lazily made purchases a worthless lurking debt to be 
paid
Fashion detonates to break a bank for style
Rebels find delight and fight in spending riots fire
With a dopamine rush, don't I mean much
Enough to owe a loan proof of what we do.

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