Paper & Praise

Pockets swollen, call it cash inflammation,

Stacks on my mind, pure green meditation.

Fame a double-edged blade, cuts deep when it's swinging,

Chasin' dreams in a maze, snakes hiss while I'm winning.

Gold on my neck, sweat drips ambition,

Every step heavy, like the floor's submission.

Money talks, whispers in my veins,

Fame screams loud, driving me insane.

Paper and praise, the devil’s sweet chains,

I’m lost in the chase, but I love the pain.

Fans cheer, but the echo feels hollow,

Fame a shadow, big shoes I can't follow.

I’m the puppet, strings pulled by the dollar,

Crowns made of ice, but the burn gets hotter.

Mirror staring back, who’s the man on display?

Fame took my soul, left the shell on replay.

Champagne bubbles pop, drown out the sorrow,

Buy a new high, hope it lasts 'til tomorrow.

Money a blessing, but it feels like a curse,

Stacking up paper while I'm losing my worth.

Money talks, whispers in my veins,

Fame screams loud, driving me insane.

Paper and praise, the devil’s sweet chains,

I’m lost in the chase, but I love the pain.