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icebirdcajz - millionaire lyrics

the jazz trombone make me go
hey+ho, i take control like the marlboro
in some guy’s stomach while driving
but it ain’t just some guy no, like geico
cause y’all going to flavortown
at the gates of my consciously loving place
h+ll it got a pool table, a cool stable, a shed with the garden tools, y’all regarded fools, y’all got me screwed, bout time i speak out back
hundred mil, hundred thou a day
i don’t think i want any other way
10 years full of grueling work
my smile faded, i grew a smirk
cause it don’t sit right with many
but it sit just right with me
taunt while the subjеct got jaundice
we on top like rihanna wе onto ya like autonomy
i heard too much of it from all of y’all, you can go and suck it
fat dumb mumblers, could not be me
and i cannot believe it but surprisingly i ain’t joking
i am better than half the d+mn industry
y’all stooping down with police handcuffs
like harambe and yo neighbor’s dog cupcake
there’s few all time greats but i’m just patiently waiting to lock in and sock them and get them
i’m on a mission, as luck+based as fishing
to cause some fission within this stanky place
like a pitcher plant, throw out your plans with a fizzle ayy
decided to go out today
with a boom, bop, and a bang
suck it, drop and give some top, wop, ayy
i could flash chains, be a millionaire
i could walk outside and feel that mountain air
but the question is, would it be worth it in the end
if the sacrifices and rewards aren’t balanced
i could be a millionaire
i could live in a castle with my gaming chair
looking back on the road to get here
were the ethics viable all these years?

my nerdier mind cannot compete
with this sugar life, it cannot be sweet
got a bandana, stab at him, hakuna matata
the fact of the matter, the tables are turned
yo lesson is learned, you can’t polish a t+rd
but just know you sure can chuck in some glitter
i’m the hit maker, so call me the sinner
but i never leave, ain’t a quitter
decide yo fates, back to the curb or diamond chains
this could go a thousand ways like a roman race
like yo mama’s vase, you’ve done messed up now
punch and broke my face? words gonna spill out
present for all of these presidents’ evil thirst
that is a predator, hit reverse
as i spit this verse, this narrative
just for repairing this chasm where evil lurks
the brewery on how i wanna die
ilj, spit it like cyanide
a friend gave me a dare to buy a pear
but i had to take care of the pear
like a teddy bear
so i went to buy the pear but wait….
[sung by logan paul] i think there’s someone hanging right there
i don’t care about your existence
no i don’t need any assistance
i just want a massive distance from me and you
i just wanna die, i wanna fly high into the sky
don’t cry. i wanna see god, todd and… is that a discord mod?
i could flash chains, be a millionaire
i could walk outside and feel that mountain air
but the question is, would it be worth it in the end
if the sacrifices and rewards aren’t balanced
i could be a millionaire
i could live in a castle with my gaming chair
looking back on the road to get here
were the ethics viable all these years?

doctor, please ask yourself
was it worth it in the end?
can’t sleep, at 3, sitting in bed
contemplating your past morals
used to be a kid, wide+eyed, chasing a spark
now i’m bending science, leaving a permanent mark
built empires alone, with circuits and wire
but the laughter’s gone, replaced with a burning fire
lost the simple joy, the wonder in the air
traded it for power, a heavy cross to bear
did the ambition win, did the vision blind my eyes?
this g+nius isolation, wearing the cleverest disguise
i would burn out in a spark, clever, dark, and bold
recollections of these sessions, i was flaying gold
a broken mind, the idea was planted and sold
screw the captions, no accidents was what i was told
i didn’t know how to branch out, i’m organic grown
my empty canvas was the heart, mind, and the soul
the views are sure lonely up here on the throne
that was when i was only 27 years old
i relayed these messages for days
as these unpaid volunteers were driven to tears
a vision, the memory was missing
i’m itching to control those years
i signed to this horrible company, that’s when it was done for me
first impressions, he was some phony, i asked why he played his symphonies
the quality was a secondhand thought, it took a toll on me, i just sat and gawked
i was on the top of the world, i couldn’t be stopped, that was before pop stuff dropped
now i retch at myself like zac did
if i could go back in time and remove half of my lines
half of my albums and half of my work
i’d do it in a heartbeat wearing a smirk
if i’m being honest, i rather prefer
if you give me honest, constructive criticism of my work
it’s better than lying to my face, saying i’m a great
then turn away, and laugh at everything i say

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