You're doing fine. Sins all align.
The third fork's three tines.
Bless your money.
Why all the cries? Your taxes are tithes.
You'd welcome four reichs.
Bless your money.
Cross songs in their heads.
Shot shells in their beds.
They cock it all the time.
It makes them feel white.
Cross songs in your head.
Shot shells in your bed.
You cock it all the time.
It makes you white.
I bet you when they douse the lights,
I bet you're a don.
I bet you when they douse the lights,
You raise the right.
You raise the right.
You raise the right.
Bless your money, bless your money.
Bless your money, bless your money.
You're just heartless, id all the way,
Eat out the maid, eat out the maid.
Bless your money, bless your money.
Bless your money, bless your money.
Hate's your harvest. Death to the state
That made you that way. It makes you that way.
Cross songs in your head.
Shot shells in your bed.
You cock it all the time.
It makes you white.
I bet you when they douse the lights,
I bet you're a don.
I bet you when they douse the lights,
You raise the right.
You raise the right.
You raise the right.
Djunah - Bless Your Money Lyrics
Djunah - Bless Your Money Lyrics
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You're doing fine. Sins all align.
The third fork's three tines.
Bless your money.
Why all the cries? Your taxes are tithes.
You'd welcome four reichs.
Bless your money.
Cross songs in their heads.
Shot shells in their beds.
They cock it all the time.
It makes them feel white.
Cross songs in your head.
Shot shells in your bed.
You cock it all the time.
It makes you white.
I bet you when they douse the lights,
I bet you're a don.
I bet you when they douse the lights,
You raise the right.
You raise the right.
You raise the right.
Bless your money, bless your money.
Bless your money, bless your money.
You're just heartless, id all the way,
Eat out the maid, eat out the maid.
Bless your money, bless your money.
Bless your money, bless your money.
Hate's your harvest. Death to the state
That made you that way. It makes you that way.
Cross songs in your head.
Shot shells in your bed.
You cock it all the time.
It makes you white.
I bet you when they douse the lights,
I bet you're a don.
I bet you when they douse the lights,
You raise the right.
You raise the right.
You raise the right.
The third fork's three tines.
Bless your money.
Why all the cries? Your taxes are tithes.
You'd welcome four reichs.
Bless your money.
Cross songs in their heads.
Shot shells in their beds.
They cock it all the time.
It makes them feel white.
Cross songs in your head.
Shot shells in your bed.
You cock it all the time.
It makes you white.
I bet you when they douse the lights,
I bet you're a don.
I bet you when they douse the lights,
You raise the right.
You raise the right.
You raise the right.
Bless your money, bless your money.
Bless your money, bless your money.
You're just heartless, id all the way,
Eat out the maid, eat out the maid.
Bless your money, bless your money.
Bless your money, bless your money.
Hate's your harvest. Death to the state
That made you that way. It makes you that way.
Cross songs in your head.
Shot shells in your bed.
You cock it all the time.
It makes you white.
I bet you when they douse the lights,
I bet you're a don.
I bet you when they douse the lights,
You raise the right.
You raise the right.
You raise the right.
Writer: Nick Smalkowski, Donna Polydoros
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave