Money On My Mind

[Verse 1]
Hit JFK with a warrant on me
Tucked that visa in my back wallet, homie
Customs look twice, but they ain't see nothin
Plane in the air, heart still runnin
Touchdown Oz, new sky, same demons
Palm trees front, back alley meetings
Cash in the duffel, sins in the cabin
Told my girl “We good” but I knew what would happen
[Chorus]
Got these charges on my back, felony in my file
Ran from New York to Australia for a while
Money on my mind, yeah, that’s the only alibi
Left my girl overseas, had to say goodbye
Money on my mind (mind), money on my mind (yeah)
Every state, every stamp, I’m just chasin time
They can take me back to New York in these chains I ride
But I’ll die with this money on my mind
[Verse 2]
Knock at the door, two suits, one folder
Her tears hit the floor, my past on her shoulder
They said, “Pack up, son, you done with this view”
Cold steel clicked, I just stared at my shoes
She grabbed my hand, said “You lied, you a ghost”
Said “I did what I did, 'cause the rent came close”
Walked past the gate, didn’t look one time
Left her in the sun, I’m headed back to that grime
[Chorus]
Got these charges on my back, felony in my file
Ran from New York to Australia for a while
Money on my mind, yeah, that’s the only alibi
Left my girl overseas, had to say goodbye
Money on my mind (mind), money on my mind (skrrt)
Every state, every stamp, I’m just chasin time
They can send me back to New York, throw me in that line
But I’ll die with this money on my mind

rap, Dark, aggressive East Coast trap banger, male vocals. Sluggish but heavy drums and snarling 808s, eerie detuned bells and distant choirs. Verses stay tight and menacing, close-mic and dry; hook explodes with stacked vocals and ad-libs. Sub-bass growls on the drop, with stuttered hi-hats and occasional reverse FX to keep tension high.