[Verse]
In times of great need boy
Find yourself on your knees
Praying to a God in whom
You don't even believe

Sad can not compute
Can not give pursuit
To the root of the loot boy
Oh don’t open the boot

[Chorus]
I've been trying for the door
I've been trying for the door
And in trying for the
Vying for the
Crying from my soul

[Verse]
Say if you follow the money
You hollow the hole
Steal finger, sticky honey
And sick iffy notes

[Chorus]
I’ve been trying for the dough
And in trying for the dough
I'm trying for the
I'm crying from the
Crying from my soul

[Verse]
In times of great need boy
We find yourselves on our knees
Begging to a God in whom
We don't even bеlieve
[Chorus]
Still, I'm trying for the dough
Trying for thе dough
And in trying for the
Crying from the
Crying from my soul

Yes I'm trying for the dough
And crying from the soul
And in trying for the
Vying for the
Crying from my soul