Chuuwee - Lootkemia lyrics

Let’s say the United States needs money
Instead of issueing there own
United States notes
Backed by their own credit
They issue treasury bonds
They then sell these bonds
To the Federal Reserve
Which buys them with money they
Created out of thin air
The money that the Fed creates
Then goes the US
The US then pays interest on the money
The Fed lends to the Treasury so to clarify
The Fed creates money out of nothing
Loans that money to the US and
Then charges interest on that money
What this means is that there is
Never and will never be enough
Money in circulation or in existence
To pay back that debt life is a disease
Life is a disease, yeah yeah
Life is a disease and you
Can die of it indeed
Disguise blood pressure high he had diabetes
Swisher sweet, I smoke a lot of fucking weed
I’m trying to see could I
Get higher than the trees
Brain go 200 hours to the mile every week
So the fire bring the peace
Put desire to an ease in the street
Where someone dyin’ every week
My neighbors wildin’
We all dying for some cheese
It’s a drug war ragin’
The supplier livin’ free
The customer’s a target under
Fire in the street
The police, framin’ niggas
Sentencing to years for a
Gram from the government
They lyin’ for the cheese we are meese
Mouse’s in a maze tryin’ to feed
We’ll do damn near anything
For our perception of a freedom woe is me
Our humankind is in defeat
We are out here hoeing for our cheese
Money is a disease

Woe is me i think I’m dying from disease
Spend all my time chasin’ cheese
Now I’m infected with greed
Feel like I’m dyin’ in my sleep
Wake up to get it, any means
For money I’m a fiend


I suffer from withdrawals
When I go to make withdrawals, so it seems
I get the shivers at the
Thought of spending cheese woe is me
I could be dying from disease
Why the fuck am I so greedy
All I wanted was some green
And it’s hard for me to get it
Me and everyone it seems
We out here tryin’ out your dyin’ for it
But then there’s people who get hired for
A job right on the scene
Complexion for connection
Or cause she had DD’s woe is me
I need something to sell to make some cheese
Maybe I should chill and let
The paper come to me
Have you ever gone insane
You feel like broke it’s so demeaning
You want more than what you have
What you have you ain’t seeing woe is me
I want a steady flow of currency
It ain’t about the superficial
Spending or the fees
Naw, I just want to hold it
I just want to see it
I just want to know I have it
Just in case I ever need it, yeah

Life is a disease
I think I’m dyin’ in my sleep
So I don’t do a lot of
That to keep me breathing woe is me
I think my brain in need of ease
I don’t know how to do that
I’ve been trying now for weeks woe is me
I think I’m dying from lootkemia
Cause’ all I want is money in
The first and third degree what that mean?
I kill for it, get it any means
Just want to hold it
Want to know that I can see it
But the Federal Reserve applying
Pressure to receive it
In cahoots with local states
To make employment rates decrease
The profit margin slowly but
Steadily then recedes
Demand for work is limited
And bankruptcy is king
It’s easier to sell someone
A janky ass business
Than to pay to keep it running
That’s the art of making cheese
And niggas do it with financial aid and EBT
Just tryin’ to cheat the
System for some green money is a disease
And you can die of it indeed
The Federal Reserve applying pressure
To receive it
In cahoots with local states to
Make employment rate decrease
Nigga you slavin’ for a
Burger with some cheese woe is me