Dollar $tore

Lyrics
[Verse 1] You love to taste it Dirty mind You're sick and twisted Appetite I'll do yours, if you do mine [Verse 2] Everyone folds for the dollar You sold your soul And everyone you know For the dollar White collar style stick up [Verse 3] Oh, twisted brother Blow kisses Ripped off distant daughter I collect souls, I collect I collect souls, I collect Oh, retail Jesus Father, Son, and Holy Spirit I've been banging on your door Open up before I burn shit down [Verse 4] Evil urges Angels may shield their eyes I will climb Voices wailing "It's all about the money babe" [Outro] You can run, you can hidе it all In a mattress on the second floor Savе it up just to spit it back out Gold teeth in a rotted mouth I am your credit card debt collector Slot machine queen, cigarette protector Pyramid scheme with a devil investor Zip up your soul 'cause I'm out to get you
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Credits
- Writers
- Eric Cannata
- Francois Comtois
- Jacob Tilley
- Payam Doostzadeh
- Sameer Gadhia