Chained to the Benjamins

 

I am not your friend
just another fan to send
straight to a follow, straight to a like-
heart that picture-you want my next album-
right?

Keep talking, talking, talking
repetition is the key
keep singing all those lyrics
that supposedly speak to me.
Keep talking, talking, talking
your morals come undone
just
sexy, flirty, fun
an open invite to be the one

One in a million you don’t know our names-
taking to politics to up your trashy game
a shameless plea-
love me, love me, love me
while you can’t even love yourself.
Preaching to a crowd-eating baby food out loud- pro ana all around.
Molest your sister write it down
get another book deal now.

Keep talking, talking, talking
repetition is the key
keep penning all your verses
a prose of lies-truth on its knees.
Keep talking, talking, talking
your morals come undone
just
sexy, flirty, fun
an open invite to succumb

Your siren song, siren song.
You got it wrong, you got it wrong.
Play along, play along,
million reasons to come undone
shake it off, shake it off, your just an artist off the cuff.
A fame monster, a fame whore, your lady gaga in a pink hat playing poor. I grew up without the upper east side, never knowing the difference between a diamond and a dive.

Keep singing, keep singing,
killing me softly
music is dead
and the truth is haunting.
Keep singing, keep singing,
the rich run this bitch
I’ll keep counting pennies while you keep marching for the pics.

Sexy, flirty, fun-empowerment for twits.