Money Flood (feat. Thad Wenatchee)

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Baghdad by the Bay
Paris of the West
Lincoln Park Highway
In my chest there was a fence
I broke apart entrapments
I exiled the Trepidations
Money falls
Slow leak the information
It was Bricked up like an obelisk
Anomalous buildings brittle granulate
When my star fort lost it's vigil
Where night is day
And when day and night are equal
It wanted to be remembered
But I told it
It was too gentle
From an opera to a penthouse
The gates were turned to canals
An explosion dropping bombs
On our Plain of Jars
Until the song it lost its pause
It screams out Pele Hearts
Sharp Wounds
I let it lie in a passive mode
The Eye of the dragon hole
Janus was the Cham head
Led us to a chant
Valley of the metro gnome
Where Soldiers fought militias
And Fathers turned in Martyrs
Memories buried in the marshes
Follow the money
The money floods
Dirty money
Was printed pretty
It was filthiness to us
Follow the money
The pretty penny
Was very shitty
Entire cities
Covered up in mud
Follow the money
Until you filthy
Yeah you filthy
The heart of your money
Covered up in blood
Follow the money
The money flood
Keep the money
From being muddy
My money
Is in my love
The Alluvian plane
The Automated active lighthouse
Lifestyle choices
Maxed out voices
A genius in hiding
The Vesica Pisces
Xoxo
Headless hunter
Seductive seductress
With Contoured skin
Collapse the longshoremen
All out of batteries
In their Centered centaur
Entered the serpent raw
Left their tribe for
Seasoned tripe
Neon gleaming lights
Spent their nights
Watching pilot flights
In beaded moccasins
Printed Pressings
In Oval offices
Folded Articles in Wampum belts
The stories kept in the body
Were lost when everyone was covered
In a thick layer of murky dirt
A great chill wind
Placed a freeze up on the earth
And petrified the forest near the pyramids
And the sewage of the desert
Reeks of an intrusive influence
Nobody is ready to break the curse
Of money drudges
Because their trades get held up in customs
The Flood Flood
Chase my money down
My money down
My money down
The mud flood
My money down
My money down
My money down the mud flood
All Fall down like London
Entire cultures sunken
My money down
My money down
My money down
The mud flood
Follow the money
The money floods
Dirty money
Was printed pretty
It was filthiness to us
Follow the money
The pretty penny
Was very shitty
Entire cities
Covered up in mud
Follow the money
Until you filthy
Yeah you filthy
The heart of your money
Covered up in blood
Follow the money
The money flood
Keep the money
From being muddy
My money
Is in my love
Money is my love
Money is my love
Money is my love
Money is my love
My money is my love
My money is my love
My money is my love
Money is my love

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