Fools' Idol

You're just a bunch of losers that can't face reality
Ain't no price on happiness so don't try to buy
All that self boasting makes me sick
'Cause If you love yourself so much why don't you suck your own dick

Live your whole life wearing blinkers on your head
So shut your fuckin' mouth cause I want you to be dead
Stop coming at me with all that woke shit
I don't wanna hear it

I just don't give a fuck
About your money
I just don't give a fuck
Your ideologies
I just don't give a fuck
You're nothing but a bunch of circle jerks

Corrupt individuals I don't wanna end up like you
I feel so lucky to have friends that give me value
Not based on
How much I earn
But just for the person that I will become

I will never be like you
'Cause you're nothing more
Than another fucking pawn
In the fucking game

Jorelia Recount, we gon' hit the track
Germany to Pavia
We will bring the passion back

Money
Make you sell your soul money
Your money, funny
How you get controlled money
By money, something
Tells me that I won't play your game
Money money

Your relation to money is distorted Aborted common sense
What's left of your life has been sorted, contorted, bitter end
Just the empty husk of a man

What makes you think that we play the same game?
Moneys like you dead
You can suck again

What you gonna do with all this money that you got?
Are they gonna come with once you'll be in the dirt?
Rotting
Rotting like a fuckin' maggot
That's what you deserve for being so damn arrogant

You're just a bunch of losers that can't face reality
Ain't no price on happiness so don't try to buy
All that self boasting makes me sick
'Cause If you love yourself so much why don't you suck your own dick

Live your whole life wearing blinkers on your head
So shut your fuckin' mouth cause I want you to be dead
Stop coming at me with all that woke shit
I care about none of it
Not a single word of it