Root Of All Evil

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O.K. man, first you make the music, then you get the money, then you get the power OK...
 I made a million and a half off the book, fuck the tax
 And your spines green, I'm seein' only green backs
 And I mean stacks of cash, no need to relax
 Bought my bitch some tits, a couple G for the rack
 A G for her lips, a G for her ass
 Movin' on up all the way to upper class
 Up another man I pass, cash like Tony Soprano
 King of New York taking over Chicago
 Ain't no Ronald McDonald, your dreams I'm livin in em'
 Got models with bottles of Dom Perrignon in em'
 In a yacht by the dock with a helicopter
 You can't refuse and can't get a better offer
 I'm the author of the American dream
 And yeah my pen's made of green I'm just an arrogant fiend
 And when the ink dries my name is capitalized
 The capitalist still not happy for shit
 "I made a million, I made a million"
 [Chorus:]
 Why am I suffering inside?
 When everbody loves me I feel everybody's lyin'
 Why oh why am I suffering inside?
 My mind is on my money but my money's got me cryin'
 Mister Lamborghini, Mister thong bikini
 Now you see me now you don't call me Don Houdini
 Eeny meeny miney moe help me catch a ho
 Money makin' dummy breakin' professioinal
 I got a bank in the Caymans
 Never stay with the laymen
 Pay the gods off on Sunday, Amen
 There's 80 Hammers mansion
 Charlie Manson with the Helter Skelter
 I'm playin' Vice City downstairs in my bomb shelter
 I never felt a bit of satisfaction
 For the automatic, automated cash reaction
 Which you get and you got if you're makin' the ends
 When you got a lot of bills but ain't got no sense (cents)
 [Chorus:]
 Are you a mess?
 Well money can buy you respect and success
 Are you depressed?
 Well money can buy you happiness so invest
 It's all about winning, coming up and knocking down
 Is your head spinning? Money makes the world go round
 And around...
 Dollar, Dollar bill ya'll love the sound
 Don't eat the rich they're the same as us
 I'm not sayin' money's bad it's just dangerous
 Like angel dust it's addictive
 Know what you want and what the risk is
 Why am I suffering inside?
 When everybody loves me I feel everybody's lyin'
 Why are we so concerned with our money?
 If it's the root of evil why are we still planting seeds?
 Why are we still planting seeds?
 Why are we still planting seeds?

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Duration
04:08
Key
6
Tempo
94 BPM

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