[Intro]
Imma do my best to have a good day today man
It gotta be better than yesterday
It gotta be better than yesterday
[Hook]
Money don't matter tonight
It sure did matter yesterday
It might be the root of all evil
But at least I get to put my gun away
I got a couple coins in my bank account
So there’s some other things I could think about
I'm not out of the mud yet
But I came a long way from a paper route
[Verse 1]
Yeah
I scribbled down just a little bit of anarchy
Using God's gift in the morning got me starting my day honorably
Autonomy make sure my economy’s not divorcing me
These saucy metaphors have been such a resource for sorcery (Yeah)
My bank account ain't double crossing me
I'm strait corporate no more spending my money awkwardly (Nah)
Went from a kid in dirty dungarees
To living the dream minus the blood clot fuckery (Fuckery)
So fresh and clean out of the bathroom
Watch “Good Morning Puerto Rican America” at 12 noon
Lyric Jesus, lyric messiah, nicknames but all true
Get your Daffy Duck beak blown off like the cartoon (Crazy)
A mumble rapper sold a million digital
Does God love money look at us fools that he gives it to
Spit it so sick that I probably need ‘em Theraflu
Had a nude sexual interlude eating lamb vindaloo (Yeah)
Hit it at intervals, doing unmentionables
Pounding her down on all fours
In the living room until he shins are bruised (Yeah)
Mithril Ore got me feeling a lot less miserable
For the love of money I'm making you niggas invisible (Yeah)
Imma do my best to have a good day today man
It gotta be better than yesterday
It gotta be better than yesterday
[Hook]
Money don't matter tonight
It sure did matter yesterday
It might be the root of all evil
But at least I get to put my gun away
I got a couple coins in my bank account
So there’s some other things I could think about
I'm not out of the mud yet
But I came a long way from a paper route
[Verse 1]
Yeah
I scribbled down just a little bit of anarchy
Using God's gift in the morning got me starting my day honorably
Autonomy make sure my economy’s not divorcing me
These saucy metaphors have been such a resource for sorcery (Yeah)
My bank account ain't double crossing me
I'm strait corporate no more spending my money awkwardly (Nah)
Went from a kid in dirty dungarees
To living the dream minus the blood clot fuckery (Fuckery)
So fresh and clean out of the bathroom
Watch “Good Morning Puerto Rican America” at 12 noon
Lyric Jesus, lyric messiah, nicknames but all true
Get your Daffy Duck beak blown off like the cartoon (Crazy)
A mumble rapper sold a million digital
Does God love money look at us fools that he gives it to
Spit it so sick that I probably need ‘em Theraflu
Had a nude sexual interlude eating lamb vindaloo (Yeah)
Hit it at intervals, doing unmentionables
Pounding her down on all fours
In the living room until he shins are bruised (Yeah)
Mithril Ore got me feeling a lot less miserable
For the love of money I'm making you niggas invisible (Yeah)
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