Goldrush

Hey
 Mothers and sons
 Fathers and daughters
 You're praisin' the dollar just like it's a goddess
 Now, process the thought you could say yo' it's not us
 We're cautious so as not to get caught up on products
 Bullshit so full of McDonald's you need colonics
 No, honest, they've got us just how they've got us so that we want it
 And will it stop? No!
 Not since your self-strength went through the window
 It's all money in the world on the ride with the
 You and I gettin' robbed by the highest bidder
 And everything you know and love is getting sold up (sold up)
 Sold out in the frenzy for the goldrush
 It's all money in the world on the ride with the
 You and I gettin' robbed by the highest bidder
 And everything you know and love is getting sold up (sold up)
 Sold out in the frenzy for the goldrush
 Look at the pop kings and queens
 Stop think and see that the tug of marketing beneath those hot pink caprese
 Got you talkin' and bein' like all the Hollywood phony shit
 Better watch what you're preachin' now days, not even only just that
 I need a pony, it's that
 I need a Nokia-teen-barbie phone with a monthly credit loan
 Because it's family stuff
 And we love to be nice parents
 But you ought to know your daughter's growin' up to be like Paris (aha)
 And they don't care it's in your homes or your own minds
 They got you when you're born, so it's in your bones
 Like a kiddie-farm goldmine
 Generation so blind
 We don't need to think, that's the whole nine (the whole nine)
 And you can hide, but they got million-dollar spin-doctors
 Workin' through the night to get a million out of your thin pockets
 Got a bottom line, big profits, Big Willy wanna brainwash the world
 Gonna make a killing off it
 It's all money in the world on the ride with the
 You and I gettin' robbed by the highest bidder
 And everything you know and love is getting sold up (sold up)
 Sold out in the frenzy for the goldrush
 It's all money in the world on the ride with the- (come on)
 You and I gettin' robbed by the highest bidder
 And everything you know and love is getting sold up (sold up)
 Sold out in the frenzy for the goldrush
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 And money too for the show
 I remember being 13, diggin' in my moms purse
 Fiendin' to get the name brand shirts
 Jeans, and anything else I thought was cool
 Wanted to show off my shoes once I got to school
 To make the other kids jealous
 Tryna front like I bought 'em at Footlocker when I got 'em at Zeller's
 But what the hell was I supposed to say, man
 These girls'll ignore you unless your clothes are name brand, shit
 But by the time I turned 17
 Realized that almost everything that I thought was important had never been
 And a lot of what I thought was true, just wasn't so
 By then I rarely got to school
 Started seeing it's a consumer's world
 Perpetuating greed that consumes the world
 And everybody's over obsessed with their possessions getting loaded with debt
 Got us climbing out a hole 'til we're old and decrepit
 It's all money in the world on the ride with the
 You and I gettin' robbed by the highest bidder
 And everything you know and love is getting sold up (sold up)
 Sold out in the frenzy for the goldrush
 It's all money in the world on the ride with the
 You and I gettin' robbed by the highest bidder
 And everything you know and love is getting sold up (sold up)
 Sold out in the frenzy for the goldrush