Lyric

Cash Rules Everything Around Here CREAH, not even a word to describe this shit

Cause let me see

How could it be that a little piece of shit would relate to the things that were said before he, was born without the A of a N, raised in a house miles better than the M

All the ice he sees are Haagen-Dazs and he’s the real O.G. it means Officially Graduated

Papa mama paid it, he got a girl and a job that he lives, and could probably die with

Nothing to do with the struggles of life right? I know, but the world I see is far from bright

Don’t know why but all my sight is covered in fog, looking at the dark sky I’m discovering thoughts, feared and carved in discs 30 years ago, masses supported and chorused and raised the voice, nice

Yet I find the same or worse situation of crisis so

What’s the point besides the monetization. I guess having fun and some electric relaxation

So I play with words and rhythms trying to bring united sensations

Most definitely I count my days down, when I’m preparing to ride this slow jam

Cause this 1 got 2 more things to say for the 3 dimensions around, TKA4 is the 5 man band, we don’t come here to be paid, just use the 6th sense to find the lucky number

So we could go back to our slumber, until then could be crying under a rock, or swing the beat till we stop the clock, no talk about the glock here, no plot, just letting my mind and voice go auto-pilot

The same damn question in my mind

What’s the point of being alive?

Isn’t just a waste of time

Just to walk on the same fucking lifeline

Another brick in the wall that’s it tall now

Yes I dug this hole

Didn’t know I was burying my soul

Now I wanna break free But it feels a crazy dream

I was told money is the only pure fuel

For sure its the only one cure

Tell me what's the use of living and tired

When you can set the whole world on fire

Just another brainwashed soldier

Believing it gets bitter when he gets older

But too much weight on the shoulders

That he doesn’t wanna be anymore sober

Represent the no existence of presence

Prisoners of the past but still in the present

Mindsalves to pay the rent

You tell me is this how it supposed to end

Living like someone lost his sight

But everything is gonna be alright

If you just release that its the time

To turn on the switch of you mind

Till the smoke clears up

Till the sun rise up

Till find find the real love

We will never stop we’ll never give

We just don’t care, put your motherfxxking hands in the air