Where crybabies cry In the united states Bright white on both sides Like a plate Nobody listens
Nobody should ItÂŽd be a waste of attention
Not enough money To buy a PC So I come in this weekend Asleep on my feet And if I forget you Ill have nobody left to forget I guess thats what assholes get
Traded my day light For a career
But I need you to disprove My theory of the crows
Pouring my fingers across the keys
Will someone review my salary please? Im selling my time to the man who sells style That time should be mine to waste on you
Ill suck off investors Ill suck off VCs
Im losing my posture from time on my knees They treat me so well Cause IÂŽll do anything Its in my nature of service
But ill need you to disprove My theory of the crows
Kids of the wealthy are raised by the poor You send daughters to los angelos and new york I need mine to see me
When I wake up I need mine to know That im what they come to
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