Gawdzillionaire Songtext

Playing charades in their parade
Take another dose, a lie they formulate
American made, American Fake
Speak truth to power in the final hour
Better save yourself 'fore the levees break
Sit down, got a story that ya wanna hear
Good god, gotcha party blowing up in here
So don't worry if ya price is right
You gonna get a lot of time in a big spotlight
Become a household name runnin' the game
Fame and misfortune, one and the same
Checkmate, stalemate with the pawns you play
Putting up numbers in the hall of shame

Halle-Halle-Halle-Hallelujah

Obey (obey), got no say (no say)
Doesn't matter what we want, we just pay
Obey (obey), have a good day (good day)
It's just the game they play
Living like a Gawdzillionaire
Gawdzillionaire

Yo, I don't think it's ever been enough
If you just stay in line then we'll tell you who to trust
You're a pawn preyed upon what they think that you want
From the pre-approved ad they delivered to you phone, huh
Big jewels and a nice whip
Iced out on the wrist with the light drip
New fit to the club, all the girls showin' love
When you roll in designer price print
And that's the shit that you need when you're low, huh?
There you go sit back, take a load off
We gone' show you where to go when you're so lost
Fell asleep at the wheel, let 'em doze off
They don't give a fuck what you think, they just take the soul
Want the fame, chase that, don't complain, just go
Make me feel good, real good, take it all
You got the money in the game then you stay in control, huh

Halle-Halle-Halle-Hallelujah

Obey (obey), got no say (no say)
Doesn't matter what we want, we just pay
Obey (obey), have a good day (good day)
It's just the game they play
Living like a Gawdzillionaire
Gawdzillionaire

Gawdzillionaire
Gawdzillionaire

Halle-Halle-Halle-Hallelujah
Halle-Halle-Halle-Hallelujah

Obey (obey), got no say (no say)
Doesn't matter what we want, we just pay
Obey (obey), have a good day (good day)
It's just the game they play
Living like a Gawdzillionaire
Gawdzillionaire
Gawdzillionaire

Our wallets look like graveyards
Filled with dead presidents
In fraud we trust
And we just obey
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