Lilac flowers, spreading like an ethereal ocean A calming smell calls me Valleys of pale flowers Ever so peaceful Never been this gentle Dancing along with the breeze Every time I see those delicate oceans Reality seems to fade away
Commas and zeros, that's the way we do it. We make it work in this economy. Rolling dinero, pockets stay polluted. Money is dirty and we don't play clean. We chasing paper run, run, hurry, move it. Get out the way if you ain't about that green. Intensive labor, taxes are included. Ain't nothing in this twisted world that's for free.