Here today
Gone tomorrow
What's the flavor
Can I borrow?

Beg or steal
What's the deal?
Beats for the money
He's not real

Who stole by the hand
Who stole by the hand

Like grains of sand
We're blown away
A darkening sky
We fade away
Feeling sorrow
Don't mean a thing
Fame and fortune
Are everything

Bite the bullet
See the man
Feed his EGO
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No more time
You feel the rhyme
Afraid to speak
The flavor's weak
Life is cheap
No time to speak
Ride the wave
No sync to slave