Lost In The Dream - Barcode

2020 People still the same
Bla bla on the tv's i still ate the hate
Plata o plomo, plata o plomo, bang bang
They don't mess
I'm in to the ring of fire with the cash
Welcome to the world
Rain some paper god
Angels in the dollars
Devils in the globe
See what's on my head
Numbers represents
My role in this current hierarchy of money makers bro

Count it, sort it, bet it
Spend more than you can earn more on the starving people easy
Count it, sort it, bet it
Earn much more you can put the money in the ass like nicky
Count it, sort it, bet it
Become blind, become blind, become blind, become blind
Count it, sort it, bet it
We shall be ashamed but it looks fine

Money in the hands and they call cops
Money in the banks and they call cops
Blood on The hands and they call cops
Wine in the banks and them shot cops
Money in the head
Little slaves of the bag
Dollars exchange in a world of dead men
Blood on the hands of a blind cop
Blood on the hands of our children

Do you want it more?
(YES)
Do they want it more?
(YES)
Do I want it more?
(YES)
Respect the barcode
Cash cash
Drive us all to crash crash
Swinging on the neck rec
Just the moment
When I wrap the cord and then i jump

2020 People still the same
Bla bla bla on the tv's i still ate the hate
Eat the plomo
Feed the plata
Move the mass
I don't mess
I'm into the ring of fire with the cash
Work to make money
Live to spend money
Forgot the next cause the next is your slayer
Work for the money
Live for the money
Sell out the next cause the next is just merch

Count it, sort it, bet it
Spend more than you can earn more on the starving people easy
Count it, sort it, bet it
Earn much more you can put the money in the ass like nicky
Count it, sort it, bet it
Become blind, become blind, become blind, become blind
Count it, sort it, bet it
We shall be ashamed but it looks fine

Money in the hands and they call cops
Money in the banks and they call cops
Blood on the hands and they call cops
Wine in the banks and them shot cops
Money in the head
Little slaves of the bag
Dollars exchange in a world of dead men
Blood on the hands of a blind cop
Blood on the hands of our children

Do you want it more?
(YES)
Do they want it more?
(YES)
Do I want it more?
(YES)
Respect the barcode
Cash cash, drive us all to crash crash, swinging on the
Neck rec, just the moment when I wrap the cord and then I jump
Oh!
LITD bitch!

Written by:
Alessandro Gritti

Publisher:
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