Lyrics
[Intro]
Paper chase, paper chase
Running fast, but it’s a slow race
Ad libs echo, shadows in the base
[Verse]
Sold dreams, auction block with a gold gleam
Broke seams, stitching pockets, chasing old schemes
Morals on layaway, rent due yesterday
Preacher man preaching, but the devil in the vestibule stays
Trade a soul for a whip, shiny like a fish scale
Money talk louder than the truth, that ship sailed
[Prechorus]
Do you feel it? The weight in your hands
Heavy bills or the chains of the man
[Chorus]
Currency chase, we all in the maze
People trade their souls for numbered face displays
Greed eats the heart, morals get erased
Currency chase, currency chase
[Verse 2]
Wallet fat, but the heart gone malnourished
Golden chalice in the hand, but the mind famished
Cash rules, fools drool over fake jewels
Laws bent for the rich, but they tighten for the poor dudes
Root of all evil sprouting vines through the pavement
Greenbacks grow, but the love stays vacant
[Bridge]
Counting sins on my fingers, the price tag lingers
Dollar sign singers, pockets stuffed with stingers
Ad libs whisper, echo through the night
Paper thin morals, but the bills stack tight
Style
steady pocketrapsteadyad lib-heavygritty beat with dark bassline and sparse piano stabsmale vocalsfemale vocalsfemale vocals on hook
Prompt
Currency Chase, people trade their souls for pieces of paper with number printed on them, the root of all evil, greed, lose morals, rap, ad lib, steady pocket, male vocals, female vocals on hook
Credits
Prompt byIndieDrone47
GeneratedNov 26, 2025
ModelAria v5
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