I wake my greedy eyes from a night spent dreaming Ambitiously. Cost-effectively. Fingers stained with yesterday's highs and lows. It's got to go. It's all got to go. It's a rob. It's a steal. You better land that deal. You're in the big leagues now, sonny. Buy low. Sell high. Get a peice of the pie. But leave the rest for me.
My destiny Wasn't written in the stars. It's been meticulously planned And presented in a chart. A flawless design To truly satisfy. You want results? Look at the fucking smile On my face.
I stick to the stats. Go by the numbers. I'm measured by threads and horse power. Square feet and tender. But now I'm old Like an aging oak. There's more gold secured To my jaw than there ever was To my name.
Its bark gets rougher by the day. Limbs reach for its roots. Its insides rot away until It's just a hollow trunk. It's only full Of emptiness. And empty nests. But save The biggest slice for me.
Tailor, tailor. Raise my inseam And widen these cuffs. Because I am dressed for success. Tailor, tailor. Stand clear. I'm headed straight for the top. The top. The top. The dirt.
My destiny Wasn't written in the stars. It's been meticulously planned And presented in a chart. A flawless design To truly satisfy. You want results? Look at the fucking smile on my face.
