I got the juice I got the juice
Come and collect whatcha gonna choose
I'm in a mood to make her move come and Confess what she's gonna lose
Come and hit the plug
Imma meet you in an hour
I swear That do this
For the money and the power
I'll give you a taste
There's no doubt this shit louder
The money wasnt going right
I was hanging to that material flashing bright
Pulling common sense aside
I was stuck inside a darker light
It was something that I always fantasized
A better life that i did not familiarize
But that premonition I ignored
Demolition to my core
No valuing what really mattered round me
Type of valley
Painted perfectly to guide things
But i was dying
Painted blood
Inside my violins
Violins they played
In the background too faded for taste
Violins they played
Violins they played
Couldn't really feel expression on my face
