Dreams of Riches

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Why do I only got change
jingling inside my pockets
if I only had money and fame
Id be singing
in my space rocket
Headed towards the moon
leaning in my hot shit
till the morning till noon
rearing so I could park it
the party just started
it wont end soon
cash flying in the air
fast riding cars everywhere
traveling out to different nations
and new cities
cruising about
playing life like a PlayStation
and no I don't owe you
not one Goddamn penny
and no I don't give a damn
if you block and unfriend me
go rock it
with the chimpanzees
ill toss you a banana peel
if im feeling happy
lets be real
im being nasty
ill give you a better deal
toss you my sandwich
from last week
and ask you
how the weather feels?
when I could tell by your sweaty cheeks
you lines are so sterile
its hysterical
its parallel
to the comical
will Ferrell
Raps false pharaoh
your better off using your time
to write rhymes
for Christmas carols
ill die like the king
of the 300 Spartans
a rain of arrows
but my music will still sing
like sparrows
in the deep forest
DJ please
hit me with the chorus.

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Letterz
Member since May 3 2015

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