COPPA

[00:08.87] Can't you tell my pockets smell like copper?
[00:11.33] Good don't always mean proper
[00:13.80] Coins rattle like a quiet prayer
[00:16.47] Strands of synthetic hair scrawled across the underground
[00:20.55] Some tracks are never found
[00:22.72] Leave the scalp and scatter with the rats
[00:24.90] And instead bring the block back a platter
[00:27.65] Not just the scraps instead
[00:29.81] Seven Eastern got me perhaps mislead, trust the
[00:33.27] Back of my hand for the maps misread
[00:35.21] Lead myself into the belly of the beast
[00:38.76] Hoping I could take a seat
[00:40.38] Now the hustle took away all that's free
[00:43.39] Emptied my pouch of all that's me
[00:45.77] Got coins, but I prefer the change
[00:48.40] Got cash and thought I'd prefer the range
[00:51.03] But in exchange what you're ready to exchange
[00:54.51] A couple mill' will only buy you a bigger cage
[00:57.81] Turn your pain into diamonds
[01:00.08] Lower your standards and horizons
[01:02.30] So enlighten
[01:03.95] Now it's heads or tails, fly or fail
[01:07.55] But we keep our eyes bound tight, so we can hardly tell
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