If time is money
Then shit son I must be broke
Cause I got no money
And I got no such time to sweat it
Mind drives the mass
As long as it could carry the load
But how long could a broken mind keep driving steady
You do the math
I could count the seconds
Til I'm about to break
Alright
Du du duduu
Got no money but I'm filthy rich with love
Death wants me to cash out
But I overdrew my luck
I'm my own guardian angel
I could count the seconds
Til i'm about to break
Come on count it with me
5-4-7-8
I'm about to break