$old II

Lyrics

[Verse 1: D Liva] Well, have you ever seen a soul with some suicide doors? It's the brand new model Sitting on chrome twenty-fours And you look like just the type that would buy one Welcome to my auction Where if you spend enough gold You can drive home the one I own But before you decide if you'll sign on the dot lines I really hope that you don't mind But there's a couple of small, little problems that you should know (One) Sometimes the karma goes up (Two) And sometimes the karma comes down And I'm dying to find out How mine balanced out But quickly before you go Just let me get one more photo I'm just trying to hold on Whoa [Hook: D Liva] I'm working like a slave for the day I'll be able to pay off all my debts To the girl I never met To the friends that I neglect I've been chasing the paper on stages That pay me to say what's on my chest Spent too many nights on my own Right beside the hope: I don't miss my moment Dear Lord, I'm on my knees And though I know I could still mold it I still sell my soul, until it's free [Post-Hook: D Liva] I profit off the times I'd hide inside What's yours is mine Signed, My Quiet Grind [Verse 2: D Liva] Fuck whoever said that collecting a check is offensive When selling the essence of self To hell with the excess of sensitive men dressed in dresses They test the effect of the vest Bitch, I'm far from the rest, YES Sending regards from the Midwest, BLESSED Liva the god is in the flesh Prepped to perplex the less intelligent guys Hit them live and direct With a lesson in etiquette in how to perfect A soul that seven years of time would beget Get in line, I'm selling it, a thousand per click Telling you devils, "hi," from the privatest jet Why? 'Cause I've been [Hook: D Liva] I'm working like a slave for the day I'll be able to pay off all my debts To the girl I never met To the friends that I neglect I've been chasing the paper on stages That pay me to say what's on my chest Spent too many nights on my own Right beside the hope: I don't miss my moment Dear Lord, I'm on my knees And though I know I could still mold it I still sell my soul, until it's free [Post-Hook 2: D Liva] (x2) And I stay faithful That the playful inherit the Earth That the meek and the freaks grow wide in their girth That the leech and cheat, they rot in the dirt This I pray in the name that Mary had birth Faithful [Outro: D Liva] I profit off the times I'd hide inside What's yours is mine Signed, My Quiet Grind