Letras
Who’s pushing your buttons?
Who’s pulling your strings?
Who’s in your head?
Who’s painting your dreams?
Who made that shopping list go so wild?
Thank about it baby come on
Oh no i think i’m a believer
I’d pawn my soul to buy into every dream that i’m sold
So sure i was looking for a reason
Who could have known that I'm already a believer?
Sick of the pathos
Yeah me and god had to break up
I had to quit all the politics
So me and my friends could make
up
I’m sorry i’m a nihilistic, egotistic piece of shit
That’s grasping at every straw ah
I can’t take it no more gimme
Salvation through success
Big bag baller making big ass checks
I carry my cross but i’m blessed
Big bag baller making small ass steps
You heard it here first
Oh no i think i’m a believer
I’d pawn my soul to buy into every dream that i’m sold
So sure i was looking for a reason
Who could have known that i’m already a believer?
Who’s pushing your buttons?
Who’s pulling your strings?
Who’s in your head?
Who’s painting your dreams?
Who made that shopping list?
I mean what the fuck, man! Really? A Porsche?
I’m so sick
Uh
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I’m signing waivers to a demon
I’m really feenin’
My bank account is always bleeding
I’m always thinking ‘bouta the
paper
I’m rolling harda
But does it really cost my soul
A pocket amount
A dollar
Big pimpin
Thinking about the skrilla
I need it
I been in the shed I feel it
I’ve been impoverished
I bleed it
I’m a peasant brotha
Down on my luck
I’m a shut in
I feast on