KYPRIOS - Root Of All Evil

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    KYPRIOS LYRICS
    
    "Root Of All Evil"
    O.K. man, first you make the music, then you get the money, then you get the power OK...
    
    I made a million and a half off the book, fuck the tax
    And your spines green, I'm seein' only green backs
    And I mean stacks of cash, no need to relax
    Bought my bitch some tits, a couple G for the rack
    A G for her lips, a G for her ass
    Movin' on up all the way to upper class
    Up another man I pass, cash like Tony Soprano
    King of New York taking over Chicago
    Ain't no Ronald McDonald, your dreams I'm livin in em'
    Got models with bottles of Dom Perrignon in em'
    In a yacht by the dock with a helicopter
    You can't refuse and can't get a better offer
    I'm the author of the American dream
    And yeah my pen's made of green I'm just an arrogant fiend
    And when the ink dries my name is capitalized
    The capitalist still not happy for shit 
    "I made a million, I made a million"
    
    [Chorus:]
    Why am I suffering inside?
    When everbody loves me I feel everybody's lyin'
    Why oh why am I suffering inside?
    My mind is on my money but my money's got me cryin' 
    
    Mister Lamborghini, Mister thong bikini
    Now you see me now you don't call me Don Houdini
    Eeny meeny miney moe help me catch a ho
    Money makin' dummy breakin' professioinal
    I got a bank in the Caymans
    Never stay with the laymen
    Pay the gods off on Sunday, Amen
    There's 80 Hammers mansion
    Charlie Manson with the Helter Skelter
    I'm playin' Vice City downstairs in my bomb shelter
    I never felt a bit of satisfaction 
    For the automatic, automated cash reaction
    Which you get and you got if you're makin' the ends
    When you got a lot of bills but ain't got no sense (cents)
    
    [Chorus:]
    Are you a mess?
    Well money can buy you respect and success
    Are you depressed?
    Well money can buy you happiness so invest
    It's all about winning, coming up and knocking down
    Is your head spinning? Money makes the world go round
    And around...
    
    Dollar, Dollar bill ya'll love the sound
    Don't eat the rich they're the same as us
    I'm not sayin' money's bad it's just dangerous
    Like angel dust it's addictive 
    Know what you want and what the risk is
    Why am I suffering inside?
    When everybody loves me I feel everybody's lyin' 
    Why are we so concerned with our money?
    If it's the root of evil why are we still planting seeds?
    Why are we still planting seeds?
    Why are we still planting seeds?
    
    
    [Thanks to sexy_browneyed_gurl@hotmail.com for these lyrics]

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