"Dollar To A Dime" lyrics
(feat. Distant)
Money on my mind put my life on the line for the grind
This American dream's getting hard to see
Every day as I feed the machine
A dollar to a dime
I put it on the line
Every sunrise eyes on the prize
As I bleed myself
To feed the machine
Like everyone else
Why don't you please just tell me
What the fuck it's all for?
From a dollar to a dime
Can't tell me nothin'
Got that money on my mind
A dollar to a dime
Can't tell me nothin'
Got that money on my mind
Cold cash
Fat stacks
Greenbacks
Gold flash
Fast cars
Bright lights
All mine
None yours
My will to live only grows colder every day
Is this a lost cause?
Money on my mind put my life on the line for the grind
Every day as I feed the machine
A dollar to a dime
I put it on the line
Every sunrise eyes on the prize
As I bleed myself
To feed the machine
Like everyone else
Six feet deep
Where the sinful seeds we keep
Box or tomb
Dust or sea
We are slaves to the machine
Six feet deep
Where the sinful seeds we keep
Box or tomb
Dust or sea
We are slaves to the machine
We are doomed to fight amongst ourselves for remnants of the scraps
While the big belly hyenas keep laughing pulling the strings
Cold cash
Fat stacks
Greenbacks
Gold flash
Lost cause
My will to live it just gets thinner every day
Is this a lost cause?
Where's my gold mine?
My bones ache and my blood boils
At the thought of another day
Every breath like a coin flip
And I'm not okay
Fool's errand for fool's gold
That's the life we've been sold
I put it all on the line
Dollar signs
Snake eyes
On my tombstone
From a dollar to a dime
Put my life on the line
Dollar signs
Snake eyes
On my tombstone
From a dollar to a dime
Got that money on my mind
Till the day that I die
Till the day I die
This American dream's getting hard to see
Every day as I feed the machine
A dollar to a dime
I put it on the line
Every sunrise eyes on the prize
As I bleed myself
To feed the machine
Like everyone else
Why don't you please just tell me
What the fuck it's all for?
From a dollar to a dime
Can't tell me nothin'
Got that money on my mind
A dollar to a dime
Can't tell me nothin'
Got that money on my mind
Cold cash
Fat stacks
Greenbacks
Gold flash
Fast cars
Bright lights
All mine
None yours
My will to live only grows colder every day
Is this a lost cause?
Money on my mind put my life on the line for the grind
Every day as I feed the machine
A dollar to a dime
I put it on the line
Every sunrise eyes on the prize
As I bleed myself
To feed the machine
Like everyone else
Six feet deep
Where the sinful seeds we keep
Box or tomb
Dust or sea
We are slaves to the machine
Six feet deep
Where the sinful seeds we keep
Box or tomb
Dust or sea
We are slaves to the machine
We are doomed to fight amongst ourselves for remnants of the scraps
While the big belly hyenas keep laughing pulling the strings
Cold cash
Fat stacks
Greenbacks
Gold flash
Lost cause
My will to live it just gets thinner every day
Is this a lost cause?
Where's my gold mine?
My bones ache and my blood boils
At the thought of another day
Every breath like a coin flip
And I'm not okay
Fool's errand for fool's gold
That's the life we've been sold
I put it all on the line
Dollar signs
Snake eyes
On my tombstone
From a dollar to a dime
Put my life on the line
Dollar signs
Snake eyes
On my tombstone
From a dollar to a dime
Got that money on my mind
Till the day that I die
Till the day I die
