Ching ching through the bling
I see you don’t love me
But my things
I see you don’t want my love
Just want me to sing
So I can give you more bling bling
I am a puppet for your stadium
I am your profit, your delirium
Without me you have nought
Look at the presents I have bought
Gold digger I know where your heart is
As you are chugging down the fizz
This is quite amiss
Gee whiz
I won’t have it anymore. I’m through
I am going to get rid of you
Out my life and close the door
So you aint gonna be rich no more!
Whore!
This song is reminiscent of my college days, where I was lead vocalist and lyricist of a rap rock group; though this song didn’t exist back then, this came to me today (22nd August) when I was thinking a lot about my former music style and poetry.
But also I have experienced being used for money by my mother, an ex and I know someone in my life currently is clinging to the hope that I will someday become some kind of mega rich super star author – lol. But I know how it feels to be used and then lose it all, because you loved and trusted the wrong people! Believe me when I say, it’s hard to pull wool over these eyes! I don’t truly believe the DMs are from genuine sources, but if they are, my apologies. You must understand my point of view if you are genuine?
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