Money and Pain

I can't decide if I wanna start talking bout money or pain, well shit maybe both

I can't decide if I wanna start moving by rari or plane, shit maybe a boat

I can't decide if I wanna start dealing with pain and cope, well shit fuck them both

Living in limbo inside of a lambo

Sounds like a life that I think I can handle

My jeans distressed like a damsel

My demons dressed like a model

Both of my pockets on camel

Both of my feet on the throttle

Looking at both of my hands full of problems

Stained blue and green from my dollars, addicted to commas

Baby I'm awful