Raking over old cuts
Cussing out old cunts
Looking back they were about funds, fundamentally
I was all about do easy, have fun, living faster than the runs
Now the nothing I’ve got multiplied amounts to none
No amount of stacking zeroes makes dinero appear
I can’t be alone tonight
Call the guys, buncha Goodfellas like De Niro up here
Up shit creek, thick greenery
Half expecting to see a VC trying to cream me
Snow fatigues in which yetis can see me.
Alchemisland 
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