[Verse 1]

I'm obsessive and compulsive, disgusting and repulsive

And every beat I touch is left aggressively assaulted

Never took the safe route, left them all insulted

But I'm thankful for the hard times and lessons that resaulted

Everybody so focused on being loved and admired

Trying to buy some happiness once all the money's acquired

Can't afford to eat but dressing like a luxury buyer

While your pockets arе getting smaller like thеy shrunk in the dryer

You chasin' dopamine like a hopeless fiend

Always keeping them coming back cause the dope is clean

Blacking out on every track while I'm smoking green

I'd rather live my best life than a broken dream

[Pre-Chorus]

Stop making excuses and wasting your breath

Let go of all the bullshit, mistakes and regrets

Cause nothing really matters when you're facing your death

Got to keep doing right instead of chasing what's left

[Chorus]

The money, the power, the bitches, the flex

The drugs, the liquor, the love, the sex

The pain, the glory, the worry, the stress

Too much of this shit will make you a mess

The money, the power, the bitches, the flex

The drugs, the liquor, the love, the sex

The pain, the glory, the worry, the stress

Too much of this shit will make you obsessed

[Verse 2]

Life's moving at a fast pace, caught up in the rat race

Trying to get ahead, but always finishing in last place

Never been the nice guy, grumpy cause my back aches

Took a couple losses, but I wrote them off the tax breaks

And now the whole world feels so bitter and cold

It's like everybody's distracted by the glitter and gold

If you trying to barter your soul, then consider it sold

Before you know it, you're all alone, withered and old

Like an atheist on his death bed calling to God

Feeling regret for living a life that was all facade

Wasting your time flexing and trying to holler abroad

If you got to say that you're real, then you're probably a fraud

[Pre-Chorus]

Stop making excuses and wasting your breath

Let go of all the bullshit, mistakes and regrets

Cause nothing really matters when you're facing your death

Got to keep doing right instead of chasing what's left

[Chorus]

The money, the power, the bitches, the flex

The drugs, the liquor, the love, the sex

The pain, the glory, the worry, the stress

Too much of this shit will make you a mess

The money, the power, the bitches, the flex

The drugs, the liquor, the love, the sex

The pain, the glory, the worry, the stress

Too much of this shit will make you obsessed