Letra de Money Game, Pt. 2 - Ren

Strange times we're living in, panic and hysteria

Poor man, learn the rich man don't care for ya

Narcissist mindsets spread like malaria

Sit back and watch the show, America

Britain split through fickle shit

A government of hypocrites

These counterfeit politicians sit in parliament, not adequate (Come on)

Needlessly bleeding resources all dry

Turn a blind eye if it means a pay rise

"Oh, what a shame it would be, I would die"

If Number 10 Downing Street burned in a fire

Only joking, only messing, don't be stressing

I'm a peaceful adolescent, there's no need to be unpleasant

Write my thesis in a rhyme scheme to analyze the brain

While my finger's on the trigger of a money game

Oh rain, rain, rain, rain

A storm, it comes our way

And those who rise through distorted lies

Poisoning the veins

But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame

It's easier to blame

But point the mirror at ourselves

We're all part of this old money game

This old money game

This old—

Money is a game and the ladder we climb

Turns a saint into a sinner with his finger in crime

I'll break it down for you motherfuckers line by line

This is business economics in a nursery rhyme

She sells seashells on the seashore

But the value of these shells will fall

Due to the laws of supply and demand

No one wants to buy shells 'cause there's loads on the sand

Step one, you must create a sense of scarcity

Shells will sell much better if the people think they're rare, you see

Bear with me, take as many shells as you can find and hide 'em on an island

Stockpile 'em high until they’re rarer than a diamond

Step two, gotta make the people think that they want 'em

Really want 'em, really fuckin' want 'em, hit 'em like Bronson

Influencers, product placement, featured prime time entertainment

If you haven't got a shell, then you're just a fucking waste, man

Three, it's monopoly, invest inside some property

Start a corporation, make a logo, do it properly

"Shells must sell", that will be your new philosophy

Swallow all your morals, they're a poor man's quality

Four, expand, expand, expand

Clear forest, make land, fresh blood on hands

Five, why just shells? Why limit yourself?

She sells seashells, sell oil as well

Six, guns, sell stocks, sell diamonds, sell rocks

Sell water to a fish, sell the time to a clock

Seven, press on the gas, take your foot off the brakes

Then run to be the president of the United States

Eight, big smile, mate, big wave, that's great

Now the truth is overrated, tell lies out the gate

Nine, polarize the people, controversy is the game

It don't matter if they hate you if they all say your name

Ten, the world is yours

Step out on a stage to a round of applause

You're a liar, a cheat, a devil, a whore

And you sell seashells on the seashore

Rain, rain, rain, rain

A storm, it comes our way

And those who rise through distorted lies

Poisoning the veins

But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame

It's easier to blame

But point the mirror at ourselves

We're all part of this old money game

This old money game

This old—

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