paroles de chanson Lucre - Billy Woods

They say god remakes the world every day
It′s said that you pay for what you do
But to see bad men buried with honor is nothing new
I often hear hard work is it's own reward
And that the world is promised to the meek and the poor
I take that like a kiss from a whore
I take that like a kiss from a whore
High concepts written in a cold sweat
Fever high like the price of gold get
Or high capacity clips from the grandfathered Tec
What you expect with a black president-elect?
Warned em
Fire Next Time but they fucking slept
Yet
I still felt bad when your mothers wept
Existentialist questions
Like Blood or Crip?
Seats catcher′s mitt soft in the gutta whip
Oak paneled study
Discussin' how and when to murk you
They say god remakes the world every day
It's said that you pay for what you do
But to see bad men buried with honor is nothing new
I often hear hard work is it′s own reward
And that the world is promised to the meek and the poor
I take that like a kiss from a whore
I take that like a kiss from a whore
He′s a vet with no stripes who changed sides twice to save his life
Still got spotted, pulled out the crowd and shot twice
Women avert their sight
Stray dogs lingered as the body lay in the street till night
Illustrating the might of snapping the right finger
That holds weight like a snitch at the bottom of a cold lake
Anwar Sadat
Death parade
Women guard him like Quaddafi
Mom used to say "if you're going to do it, do it properly"
Everything must go is how the sign translate
Approximately
They say god remakes the world every day
It′s said that you pay for what you do
But to see bad men buried with honor is nothing new
I often hear hard work is it's own reward
And that the world is promised to the meek and the poor
I take that like a kiss from a whore
I take that like a kiss from a whore