Moneyman

"A heavy bassline is my kind of salad"
Put some 808s in my heart, pray for me, plead guilty, get over here, get over me
Bilzerian thinks I did it, but I put my money on another man, moneyman
No hickeys, just hockey jam, no need to worry then
I don't even have to brag (I don't)
Even though got nothing but swag (Right on)
Where did your wisdom teeth go?
Who cares? I don't know, but helps the lingo
Not as toothaches did they don't - throw at me more of your wisdom!
Right enough now with these talks
Tell me the most amazing of the ghosts
I had no clue who you were, boy
Not sure I've ever cared for
Outsides, you can show more
If you tell some about your past or...
The thing about ghosts is that they have a reason
And I don't mean this as some deeper meaning
They don't change clothes with every season
I'm about to tell you, just hear me (Out)
They don't freak me out, we're friends, about time you'll get used to it
The sea arises, and us too, it doesn't depend on the clues glued to it
Dig deeper in the harbours, there's some hardcore souls sailing close to it
Close to the surface where the sun is shining, you see some surfers - who don't hear the sunken souls,
Just laughing on like drunken fools (Drunken fools)
Who lives and who's dead then?
Ten times more to teach to pilgrims
Ghosts and souls can here and then
Turn things up on the Caribbean
Get the haze to the moneyman, Blaize
The only one I recognize!
I had no clue who you were, boy
Not sure I've ever cared for
Outsides, you can show more
If you tell some about your past or
Go. Just go