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
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!
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?