| It’s a modern song for humans
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| Who created the illusion of money
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| Last time I checked I still got debt
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| But what’s it really mean?
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| I’m still myself, my soul is wealthier than anything
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| Over thinking, over thinking 'bout it too much
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| Over paying for the gold rush
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| We don’t take much to the grave
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| So tell me why we spend these lives
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| Working so hard for the wage
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| When none of it matters
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| So take my money, just take my home, go take it all away
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| Take my problems, just take my ghost, go take my memory
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| No price I pay could blind my faith
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| Take my money, my problems, my fears before they manifest
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| I’m still grateful for the Sunday’s at the church on the rock
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| My homie Darren used come until he fell to the block
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| Slinging leaves in the trees, man the money could talk
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| The homie Grimes went to jail and then we all had to stop
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| And take stock 'cause life in Hilltop wasn’t safe from the cops
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| Passing blunts in the lot of the AMC 12
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| Pastor blunt preaching a sermon how we’re going to hell
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| Just give your dollars up to Jesus, 10% of your wealth
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| The price of heaven isn’t cheap but it sure does sell
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| Price of heaven isn’t cheap but it sure does sell, now
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| So take my money, just take my home, go take it all away
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| Take my money, my problems
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| Take my money, my, take my money, money
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| Take my money, my problems
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| Take my money, my, take my money, money
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| No price I pay could blind my faith
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| Take my money, my problems, my fears before they manifest
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| And as those Saturday’s waste away
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| I wonder why I spent my days in a haze?
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| Caught in a lie, there’s no denying I was
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| Tryna find some peace of mind
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| I even tried to take my own life, one time
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| With no exaggerating, damn my world was fading
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| I was suffocating, only 18, but with enough hate
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| That there was something in my heart that couldn’t keep waiting no more
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| I nearly shut my own doors before, they really opened
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| My mom was back home almost done hoping
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| Scared her boy would come back with his mind broken
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| But listen clearly 'cause I’m not joking
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| This is a token of my love to you
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| This is what I been through
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| But it ain’t about what we been through
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| It’s what we get through
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| Take my money, my problems
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| My thoughts, my thoughts
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| My thoughts, my thoughts
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| My thoughts, my thoughts
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| My thoughts, my thoughts |