| It was all about sweet 16, innocence lost
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| Lost, fallen for Kelly, blonde chick, and I thought
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| I thought money was God and Rome was built in a day
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| As they salute the troops floating on the money parade
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| Let’s say it:
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| Be all you can be. |
| Be black, be white, be proud, be free
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| Get money, get yours (get yours). |
| Get a girl, get a wife. |
| That’s love.
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| I’m poor (I'm poor)
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| Find God right now (right now)
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| Go to church. |
| Go to work. |
| Clock in. I’m down
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| Nigga, pay your bills
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| But I can’t do shit ‘cause I ain’t got money in my pockets
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| When I get that fucking check from this bullshit-ass job that I got
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| «I personally want to reach as many people as possible and I try to put
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| whatever I can do into the most, uh, common terms»
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| Sweet 16, heroes and all
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| Eight try, eight die fighting fear for applause. |
| They march
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| Eight soldiers with a thirst for blood
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| Front lines. |
| Land mines. |
| Took two as they fall—it's war
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| Four goons all in unison sing
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| Fuck bells. |
| They yell, «Let liberty reign!»
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| And then when two shots rang and sang for the day
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| They kill Jill, kill Bill in the money parade
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| March
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| Drink deep, drink slow in the land
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| Hope floats but nothing obtained
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| I don’t see any love in your eyes
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| Just pretense, defense, a well of lies
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| Fuck you! |
| Never stood up for nothing
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| Pillar of ignorance toppled on spires of selflessness
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| Die, fools, die! |
| Nothing can ever live
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| Plastic is policy. |
| Poison punch for kids
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| Can you hear me out?
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| Tired of bullshit—so tired of bullets and
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| Tired of blood on my hands. |
| Tired of superman
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| Tired of fangs hiding behind smiles and
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| Tired of white people and tired of niggas too
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| Beautiful murderer in the sky
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| Please bless us with open eyes
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| Sorrow, tomorrow lies
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| Will we redeem?
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| No!
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| «I think the, the feelings in, uh, in art should be more selective and that,
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| at least, uh, the artist should be responsible to try to perpetuate the
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| feelings which he feels will be most beneficial or those feelings which will,
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| uh, most contribute to a better world»
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| Fire in the hole as we run on coal
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| Silver and gold exchanged for the soul (no)
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| Do what you’re told. |
| Don’t do what you feel
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| Wheat, dairy, textiles, steel
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| Middle East and Africa
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| Watch your back cause we’re after ya
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| Money parade for money to take
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| Money that’s spent from money that’s made
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| In the end, it’s the bottom line
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| Suck it up and you quit that crime
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| Work to the bone, don’t see yo kids (uh uh)
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| Grab a check and you spend that bitch
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| We need cops so you pay that tax
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| Who needs God? |
| We got Equifax
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| Who needs God? |
| We got Equifax
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| Hello, progress. |
| Fade to black
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| «The future is just downright beautiful!» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money Parade , by - CYNE. Song from the album Pretty Dark Things, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп