Madman

Money is a madman, I be thinking of that money when im with the sandman
I be thinking of that money when im with the sandman
I be thinking I got money fitted in my damn hands
Wake up with a lack of money lint up in my damn hands
Liquor in my damn plans
Im a fuckin bad man drinkin up this liquor all alone until its gone so I don’t
feel like such a mad man
And I don’t feel so bad about the shit I never had man
Living with a lack of money wishing on the sand man
Money is the devil I need money in my damn hands
Can’t live without the devil meddeling in my damn plans
Liquor burning me down im turning into a mad man
It’s the only thing in this world that I ever had man
I don’t wanna die without things that I never had man
I didn’t wanna live this deprived now im a madman
And this sickness been progressing, the pressure been pressing
Im a twister in the wind and the tempest tippin in this direction
HOOK x2
Money is a madman
Maybe im a sad maybe im a bad
Maybe my better half battles my bad
Im a madman
Lack of money make a nigga attack for money, come up off your stack of money
Out here trynna stack up money go to bed with stacks of honeys
Keep a bitch like back up money just forget my lack of money
Just forget my lack of money, back up on the bad man madame
Feeling better than money up in my damn hands
Pussy is popping a lot of it up in my damn plans
Liquor bottles allotted swallowed up by the mad man
Bitches that holla hollowed out have I been a bad man
Money, bitches on the brain no other way to take the pain
Im burning up in liquid flames burn down that man that I became
The last time that im willing ot be driven mad for money things we didn’t have
No wealth reserved for you and life is corporate servitude I laugh
And I go on and on with my futile cause and they call me mad
Fuck who I lose along the path for this cash so the call me bad
Shed all the bonds I used to have and live my dreams out like im mad
Have everything I ever wanted, no one that I used to have
HOOK x2
Money is a madman
Maybe im a sad maybe im a bad
Maybe my better half battles my bad
Im a madman
Now that my manufactured happiness in capitalism
Captured the finest cat that I can catch the passion im sipping
With shades of women that straddle the prism now that im living
I ain’t that guy you knew I got it now and now im a villain
Chasing the ass around on kush that make me crash through the ceiling
Chemical rapture keep it coming cuz you know what comes after
Gravity compels me back to hell to dwell with you bastards
And then I know that I can’t form attachments, beckon the blaster
Looking at the man in the mirror he doesn’t know me now
I pull it out it goes pow, another hero goes down
And now im half a man with money never peace
A mad embattled beast, I found out cash it won’t cure sadness
Wheres the sandman let me sleep
Cuz when this money abandons me
Am I back in my sanity
Am I cursed in my vanity
Am I mad am I damned to be waking up mad and wishing I’d be back in my dreams?
I prefer my dreams to real life what the fuck does that mean?
I think that money is a madman…