Angel Haze Things Money Can Buy lyrics

Things Money Can Buy by Angel Haze

Don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me

It's like an art exhibit with the thoughts presented 
article my been documented
Stuck on they tongues now I'm in the mouth of critics
Niggers sell their souls to stay afloat I'm trying to 
cop them clearance
Cause I need more life they trying to take it from me
Saying that I'm going nowhere fast like in place 
running
It's kinda hard to be talking about dreams
If they're my reality like I'm walking around sleep

I'm just hallicinating
My life is too adjacent
Good things come to those who wait
And I'm too impatient
No, I'm too courageous
Finger fucking penetrating
X-ing out my failures wih the process of elimination
That's one by one until there is nothing left
But more success followed by more success
Creating outlines like two year old traces
To these other bitches I'm a human eraser

I'm here now
Baby your time's up
But to gain the world
Would I give my mind up
Or would I lose my soul
Shine instead of glow
Could I lose my fucking way
Trying to make it along
Things money can buy
Not my sense of self worth or none of my pride
You never make it until you fail and you take it in 
stride
I'm just about to live until death takes me alive

Listen with your minds
The ears of your thoughts
Feel it in your souls
Give me the tears of your heart

Don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me

Paintbrush to my thoughts
Stroking the canvas with my genius
Waiting to break through like a full grown fetus
Laughing at these bitches while I'm reviewing their 
grievances
Got a sack full of dicks that I've been brewing to feed 
em
I've got lovers whose feelings I pretend to be