Rich

Wanna leave this place
Runaway to outer space
I'm a resurrect talkin' shit
Some fucking ways leave a message
I'm not answering calls today
You can put away your candles and Marvin Gaye
All I hear is sirens in a world so violent
Still chasing dope
Middle finger to you tyrants
Hey, where'd you go?
You got bosom you got violence
Ain't that the cokers

Our love is over, our love is over
I could be rich, I could be rich
Our love is over, our love is over
We could be rich, we could be rich