How Fast a Dollar Goes

Chasing Dollars: The Struggle Unveiled in Trebor's Melodic Reflection
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Lyrics

My wallet's open, trying to find new bills, desperate need of homes

Seeking new money to fulfill needs, hoping for financial stability

Never keep it closed, suppose it may be one day be overflowed

Always keeping the wallet open in anticipation of it being filled with money someday

Built as a good shelter, built tough, but smooth with a felt touch

Describing the wallet as durable yet smooth, implying it's in good condition

So new no rust, no rush but welcome hon, cause more money, more love

New money is always welcomed as it brings opportunities and potentially more affection

I've never seen Benjamin, motherfuckers really act like he exists

Expressing disbelief in the existence of significant money (referencing Benjamin Franklin on the $100 bill)

I count my account, no he's a myth, got a bigger chance spotting Bigfoot's dick

Stating the impossibility of seeing a certain amount of money, considering it mythical

Money keeps on leaving, I needing new payments

Money keeps getting spent, requiring constant incoming payments

Picking up pennies up off of the pavement

Even picking up small amounts of money from the ground due to financial strain

Keeping it green, but I'm lacking these faces

Desiring money with specific faces (possibly referring to specific bills or people)

I'm trapped in the loop of just stacking and wasting

Stuck in a cycle of accumulating and squandering money

And I'mma need the money to keep on coming

Dependent on continuous income due to feeling overwhelmed by financial responsibilities

Cause I feel the weight of the world when the account is running low

Feeling immense pressure when funds are low, symbolizing the weight of financial burdens

And I'mma need the money to keep on coming

Acknowledging the unpredictability of how quickly money is spent

Cause we both know there's just no telling how fast a dollar goes

Recognizing the uncertainty and speed at which money disappears

Being broke's a disaster that I sadly mastered, on top of class

Being broke is a familiar situation that feels like a skill, moving from poverty to poverty

This sad bastard's on track to just go from rags to rags

Continuously experiencing financial struggles, from a poor state to another

Keeping track of pay day cause fame ain't paying me out enough

Monitoring payday as fame or success isn’t providing sufficient income

Keep me out of stuff cause this week my account really had it rough

Experiencing financial difficulty during the week, indicating a challenging financial situation

When I'm talking bout dimes, I'm not talking bout women

When referencing dimes, it's not about women but about needing more money to alter perceptions or opinions

I need some more money to change these opinions

Money needed to change opinions held about the speaker

Your collections of quarters can buy me my soda

Small amounts someone else saves can provide basics for the speaker

I thank you for saving, I'll take it and hold on

Grateful for even small amounts saved by others

Every dollar actually making a difference

Recognizing the impact even a single dollar can make

Hard to swallow when you know it's your mission

Hard to accept when money matters so much in life's purpose

Even toddlers really know what they missing

Even young children understand the value of money

Even scholars need a pot to piss in

Even educated individuals need basic necessities

If money can't buy you happiness

Questioning the belief that money doesn't bring happiness

Then by all means give me your whole shit

Desiring someone else's wealth if it brings happiness and reduces stress

I'll be happy without this stress, I'll be happy with a lack of debt

Would be content without financial stress and debt

Say any amount with no bouncing checks

Desiring transactions without financial complications

Start settling down with no fucks to give

Reaching a stage where there's a lack of concern or care

Saying it out loud, goddamn that's a gift

Realizing the value of expressing financial stability

If the price ain't shit, that's the way to live

If something is affordable, that's the ideal way to live

And I'mma need the money to keep on coming

Reiterating the need for continuous income due to financial pressures

Cause I feel the weight of the world when the account is running low

Feeling the immense pressure when money is running low

And I'mma need the money to keep on coming

Reinforcing the uncertainty and speed of money depletion

Cause we both know there's just no telling how fast a dollar goes

Understanding the unpredictability of how quickly money disappears

The account be waiting in pain, just waiting for payment flow

The account eagerly awaits incoming funds, suffering from the absence of payments

But there ain't no savior that'll save you from that dreaded zero

No external help exists to rescue from financial depletion

Refreshing that page every hour to see that payment post

Continuously checking for incoming payments, stuck in a cyclical process

And repeat the process, we both know how fast a dollar goes

Repeatedly experiencing the swiftness with which money disappears

The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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