Rich Testo

Wanna leave this place
Runaway to outer space
I'm a resurrect talkin' shit
Some fucking ways
Leave a message
I'm not returning calls today
You can put away
Your candles and Marvin Gaye

All I hear is sirens In a world so violent
Still chasing dope
Middle finger to you tyrants
Hey, where to go?
You got bosom you got violence
Ain't that the cokers [?]

Our love is over, our love is over
I could be rich, I could be rich
Our love is over, our love is over
We could be rich, we could be rich