Xiolynn - What Money Taught Us lyrics

[Intro: Xiolynn] Dreams make green and gilded pedestals Breaking day as we display desire's own end The more we wait, the louder the echoes Digging deep into shallow pockets Never let go [Verse 1: Skyzoo] Yo Silly me for wanting you about more Same silly me that was shoving you out the door Adorned with everything that both you and I would adore And the slam lock on the top of the lock is probable cause And the door got everything you'd imagined hiding beyond Any measure you seen fit from what's left of the seamstress Blessed like leaving six on the floor, rolling trips So it's three of those, like Heaven don't seem close But you next to a re-up, though So Heaven be close enough now Enough to feel like he don't gotta come down Why intervene with propping open the door With a prop that interest the hall and a proposition for y'all Like when proposition's in awe Word to an Eastside dealer with unified intentions But ain't no civilizing who in the trenches Bottle what you intended, bottles cover the entrance Bottles dump into stems, then there's bottles up where you sitting You know the vibes, where it's no surprise except for everything, right? And you stick to that Morse code with whatever's left of you, right? And whatever's left of you might Be the right to the passage that's left Or the package that's left, let it suffice, right Right or wrong, it'll still be rightfully yours All that you deserving to hurry you right along I decided long ago if I go and write for the cause There wouldn't be no return to the turn that y'all would reward, right? Meaning these ain't the parts that get celebrated The toll on the face of this watch is forever weighted Arm drag on the floor from that arm forever raising And arms backing you off due to the loss of better patience, right? Wait for it, got enough weight for it The sound of the bag you attract that'll pay for it They telling you pick a corner, you in and out of a circle Advice from Candace Owens and fifty dollars from Virgil The lights be Off-White, so you thinkin' how could they burn you, right? Same as the hole in your pocket left to confirm you But validation ain't never make me no difference Bet that I'm more persuaded off wearing these Good Intentions On my sleeve, I done seen fiends carrying they cross One to bear with nothing clearer than having you involved Do believe, favorite slogan of mine 'cause that's what you should do A recurring theme when I get to weaving a few to you The theme song is still marketed the same You get it or you ignorant, I don't argue to explain But sh*t, what do I know except everything I done seen? Along with all the parallels they was tucking to sleep Thread count on the covers compared to what's underneath Is worth every bag they spent to keep you at peace [Chorus: Skyzoo] But bet I got my bag, bet I got my bag Difference is I ain't let them sell me how to act, nah Bet I got my bag, sh*t, bet I got my bag Filling up the trunk space, forever, I'm attached [Verse 2: Skyzoo] Counting doubles like a Raekwon skit One for you, one, two for me But that one, two is for my seed, do believe Told you I say it a lot 'cause you should do so My faith be in who circling a pot to break a loophole Time still weighted, heavier than a Hublot That we started admiring for kudos As quiet as a sumo, provider like bushido Your life is on the line, survival by a free throw Entendre ego, double-sided Kinkos Making sense of both of 'em, free breakfast and reloads Power to the people, arms high as a steeple The paintings on that stained glass made 'em not believe you, overturn underneath you, as smooth as it gotta be Berets in abundance, crowns on properly My Alec Monopoly says seven the God hour, that's if you follow Traditions started by the school a block from the Apollo My fu*k tomorrow motto through the views from before I'm not in the mood to do the one-two anymore, nah One, two, one, two, are we on? We been on since forever, but y'all choose to ignore, right? So now forever is just as true as before All the times it came together, but y'all drew 'em apart [Chorus: Skyzoo] But bet I got my bag, bet I got my bag Difference is I ain't let them sell me how to act, nah Bet I got my bag, sh*t, bet I got my bag Filling up the trunk space at last, type of sh*t money taught us [Bridge: Xiolynn] Gotta credit my highs, can't edit my highs Flew up here like whatever, bet you remember why Tryna sing to the tune, still don't get the reprise Still don't get the reprise [Chorus: Skyzoo] Bet I got my bag, bet I got my bag Difference is I ain't let them sell me how to act, nah Bet I got my bag, sh*t, bet I got my bag Filling up the trunk space, forever, I'm attached But bet I got my bag, bet I got my bag Difference is I ain't let them sell me how to act, nah Bet I got my bag, sh*t, bet I got my bag Filling up the trunk space at last, type of sh*t money taught us