#3

They say im god's son but i feel like the jesus of suburbia/ even if youre gods son they still wanna be murkin ya/ mostly cuz they never heard of ya, who are you to them/ i stay standing here, shinning like a pocket full of gems/ got the rags now i need the riches/ keep on moving, time to flip the switches/ now we on go mode/ now we on flow mode/ stack cash, save it up, now we gotta grow old/ hopefully the dough dont grow mold, or other bacteria/ if i had a million dollars i still wouldnt practice santeria/ but my soul will have to wait until then