Correction Paroles Money Game, pt. 2 par Ren

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Strange time we're living 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 sh*t
A government of hypocrites
These counterfeit politicians sit
In parliament, not adequate

Needlessly bleeding 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 10 Downing Street burned in a fire

Only joking, only messing, don’t be stressing
I’m a peaceful adolescent, there’s no need to be unpleasant
Write my thesis in a rhyme scheme
To analyse the brain
While my fingers on the trigger of a money game

Oh rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poisoning 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
(This old money game)
(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 motherf**kers line by line
This is business economics in a nursery rhyme

She sells sea shells on a sea shore
But the value of these shells will fall
Due to the laws of supply and demand
No one wants to buy shells 'cause there's loads on the sand

Step 1
You must create a sense of scarcity, shells will sell much better if people think they’re rare you see
Bare with me, take as many shells as you can find and hide em on an island stock pile em high until they’re rarer than a diamond

Step 2
You gotta make the people think that they want 'em
Really want 'em, really f**kin 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 f**king waste man

3. its 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 mans quality

Expand, expand, expand, clear forest, make land, fresh blood on hand
Why just shells? why limit your self? She sells sea shells sell oil as well
Guns, sell stocks, sell diamonds sell rocks sell water to a fish, sell the time to a clock
Press on the gas take your foot off the brakes -  run to be the president of the United States
Big smile mate, big wave that's great, now the truth is overrated tell lies out the gate
Polarise 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 sea shells on the sea shore

Rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poisoning 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
(This old money game)
(This old)

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