With the scent of dill
Dripping off of each bill
My wealth remains intact
Cuz I'm pickling my money to make it last
And I'm chewing olives right off the branch
And I don't like the taste but I can make peace with that
The apple rots near the tree
I'm wasting produce the devil picked for me
The apple rots near the tree
I'm wasting produce the devil picked for me
I'm traveling four circles
Down to my root cellar
As I shovel diamonds in my mouth
When I stop smelling sulfur
I'll find a place to spit 'em out
They got a pretty long shelf life
But I'll lick the salt brick to be sure
And I don't like the taste
But hey I'm a long term investor
The apple rots near the tree
I'm wasting produce the devil picked for me
The apple rots near the tree
I'm wasting produce the devil picked for me
The apple rots near the tree
I'm wasting produce the devil picked for me
The apple rots near the tree
I'm wasting produce the devil picked for me