Solillaquists Of Sound Dolla Dolla
VERSE 1 (Swamburger)
Dolla, Dolla, ought to promise more of tomorrow then
momentary holigram’s fix-fix, candy coated excess fit
for nothing better than misinterpreted nitwits to spend
a dolla on tits tipping the game to play another hit or
flip the stakes higher. Add a bill to the tab please
sire… for, we admire dolla, dolla, style. There’s a
urgency for currency to be spent, I want it now! The
deal’s not enough, Im’a consumer bloomer congruent to
“all out,” union of moving into the fall route. Split
between a poor-trait and a rich pinch of which pretty
penny makes intense sense, since I’m looking for the
seat of success in my 2 cents to a differ-rinse in
washing the brain to sustain rent, clothes, and what it
all meant before the dolla, dolla, holla, holla, blue
collar rocwila taught you how to be a scholar working
at McDonald’s parlor… top it off with fries. Electric
shock… the man with no dolla dies.
HOOK (Swamburger)
Change? Tell me that you got a little I’m a little
drained. Trouble is I fought a world and I’ma let it
change the way I live in honoring the mighty one in
vein.
VERSE 2 (Alexandrah)
Sense it appeals a negative field’s
Work cure for your hard earned surface
Thank you change due to your mind.
“Cents should be vented from pockets
For lockets and stock picks”
Stop its accomplishment in Maslow’s five
And business dies
But decadence says its participants
Can’t regulate spent, regiment course,
Reverse a debt or finger source of the crime.
Holidays take the obvious for display
Obligation makes the hasty wasting after taste
Of lazily made purchases a worthless lurking debt to be
paid
Fashion detonates to break a bank for style
Rebels find delight and fight in spending riots fire
With a dopamine rush, don’t I mean much
Enough to owe a loan proof of what we do.
HOOK
