Joey Jones - Capital

Put your hands up, its a robbery heist
I don't got time to explain or be nice
I’ma need all of your ice
The price that I pay isn't right

This a stick up so gimme the loot
I only speak three words, I am groot
But money don't grow on trees
And money is all I need

Em said it best, I ain’t went gold on one song
I'm blowing up your lawn with smoke bombs
Without the dough, I might implode like Gohan
In the Cell games, my cellmates an ex-con

Money be the root of evil, still true
Money be the reason people kill fools

I'm struggling
Tired of being a peon
Needing no better to snap and still
With ill grooves

Slave to the economy
I'm underneath the upper class
They wonder what bothers me
I'm drowning in a sea of debt

I'm busting my ass all day
Just to pay my mortgage back
Might be on the news some day
Embezzling aristocrats

Put your hands down, the nice guy's back
I don't have any reason to attack
I am not hungry, starving, a poor man on the streets
Plummeting socially begging for cash

Nah, nah, nah, yeah I’m rich
I could eat for days and steal your old miss
I could get play no matter what situation
No innovation trumps this

Don’t complain to me you're still poor
You lack what it takes to make it, no doors
Will open up, damn I closed it shut
It’s a rough time for most of you but

There's a small chance of you making it out
If you strip naked and shake it about
Fake you don't hate it and lay on the ground
While the capital I make steals food from your mouth

Slave to the economy
I'm underneath the upper class
They wonder what bothers me
I’m drowning in a sea of debt

I'm busting my ass all day
Just to pay my mortgage back
Might be on the news some day
Embezzling aristocrats

Written by:
JOSEPH A JONES

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Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Sonic Heaven Publishing

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