Karaoké Money Game, Pt. 2 Ren

Ah hmm

Ah hmm

Strange times we're livin' in

Panic and hysteria

Poor man learn the rich man don't care for ya

Narcissist mindsets spread like malaria

Sit back and watch the show

America

Britain split through fickle shit

A government of hypocrites

These counterfeit politicians sit in parliament

Not adequate

Needlessly bleedin' resources all dry

Turn a blind eye if it means a pay rise

Oh what a shame it would be I would die if Number Ten Downing Street burned in a fire

Only jokin', only messin'

Don't be stressin'

I'm a peaceful adolescent

There's no need to be unpleasant

Write my thesis in a rhyme scheme to analyze the brain

While my finger's on the trigger of a money game

Rain, rain, rain, rain

A storm it comes our way

And those who rise through distorted lies

Poisonin' the veins

But we like to point the blame blame, blame, blame

It's easier to blame

But point the mirror at ourselves

We're all part of this old money game

Ah hmm

This old money game

Ah hmm

This old

Money is a game and the ladder we climb turns a saint into a sinner with his finger in crime

I'll break it down for you motherfuckers line by line

This is business economics in a nursery rhyme

She sells seashells on a seashore but the value of these shells will fall

Due to the laws of supply and demand

No one wants to buy shells 'cos there's loads on the sand

Step one

You must create a sense of scarcity

Shells will sell much better if the people think they're rare you see

Bear with me

Take as many shells as you can find and hide 'em on an island

Stockpile 'em high until they're rarer than a diamond

Step two

You gotta make the people think that they want 'em

Really want 'em

Really fuckin' want 'em

Hit 'em like Bronson

Influencers

Product placement

Featured prime time entertainment

If you haven't got a shell then you're just a fuckin' waste man

Three, it's monopoly

Invest inside some property

Start a corporation

Make a logo, do it properly

Shells must sell

That will be your new philosophy

Swallow all your morals

They're a poor man's quality

Four

Expand, expand, expand

Clear forest, make land

Fresh blood on hand

Five, why just shells

Why limit yourself

She sells seashells

Sell oil as well

Six, guns, sell stocks

Sell diamonds, sell rocks

Sell water to a fish

Sell the time to a clock

Seven, press on the gas

Take your foot off the brakes then run to be the president of the United States

Eight, big smile mate, big wave

That's great

Now the truth is overrated

Tell lies out the gate

Nine, polarize the people

Controversy is the game

It don't matter if they hate you if they all say your name

Ten

The world is yours

Step out on a stage to a round of applause

You're a liar, a cheat

A devil, a whore

And you sell seashells on the seashore

Rain, rain, rain, rain

A storm it comes our way

And those who rise through distorted lies

Poisonin' the veins

But we like to point the blame blame, blame, blame

It's easier to blame

But point the mirror at ourselves

We're all part of this old money game

Ah hmm

This old money game

Ah hmm

This old

Ah hmm