Dan Bull - The Mighty American Dollar lyrics

Yeah, my name is Michael, landed and titled
Think of a crime and it probably was my fault
But now, I cleaned up my act, call me Lysol
I used to pull off heists then
I got out of the cycle
I wasn't stopping 'til I got the bills
For a property in Rockford Hills
But now, I rock the mill's and the mansion
Looking for the answers at the
Bottom of a bottle
As I pop the pills, for reals
I live a life of luxury
But trust me, I'm the man it sucks to be
Look and see, my family's dysfunctional
Sometimes, I feel like I really
Want to punch them all
My son's a ball of blubber
About as awful as my daughter
Or her mother or her mother's other lover
Motherfucker suffering a midlife crisis
But have you seen how ridiculous my wife is?
You shouldn't be surprised what the
Mind of a man does
To hide from the madness of Amanda's
Even my analyst is struggling to handle this
So, it's about time I went
Back to being the protagonist yeah!

There's only one philosophy I follow
And that's the mighty American dollar
There's only one philosophy I follow
And that's the mighty American dollar

Yo, they call me Franklin
I'm all about the Benjamins
I spend on anything that's got
A revving engine in
I never had a family except my gang and me
I was educated at the Hard Knock Academy
But gang banging was an absolute calamity
They handcuffed and chucked me in the slammer
It was agony
Now, I'm free, being a repo man is my reality
But on this salary, I can't afford a calorie
And as I can't gather enough food to eat
From Vespucci Beach
Then I might resort to felony
Felling an enemy or anyone offending me
Befriending people who inevitably will
Depend on me
But, if I end up in a feud with Lamar
I'll lick off his top like a Cuban cigar
I'm the dude with the car, a superstar
In a street fight, I'll pull off a Hadouken
Rah!
You might find me in the strip club, bruh
But, I didn't come to get my dick sucked, nah
I'm a Hip-Hop star blood? Crip? Not moi
I'm the top dog, sit Chop, ha
It's like this, it's like this, look

There's only one philosophy I follow
And that's the mighty American dollar
There's only one philosophy I follow
And that's the mighty American dollar

Rah! My name is Trevor
I live inside a trailer in the desert
Where I blaze the crystal method
This unhygienic lifestyle only takes
A little effort
But the cash I had, I've gone and wasted it
I'm reckless
I haven't got a pound to my name
So, it's time to get out
Of the County of Blaine
I used to fly a plane, now
I just fry my brain howling at the moon
You can assume that I'm insane
Like my neighbour Ron
I don't know what page he's on
Paranoid conspiracies
I really believe his brain is gone
Any plan I make, something has to spoil it
I can't fit this fuckin' foot down the toilet
I've got a penchant for
Throttling a pensioner
Then grabbing a can of petrol
And notching up the temperature
I've got a nervous twitch
That's quite violent
So, I'm doing suicidal stunts in my Y-Fronts
I fell out with Michael
We never quite saw eyeball to eyeball
But now it's time for us to reunite
Grab the shotties and the rifles
And set the town alight in a giant fireball

There's only one philosophy I follow
And that's the mighty American dollar
There's only one philosophy I follow
And that's the mighty American dollar

Yo, the three of us are so grand theft-ing
The best in the biz, no damn question
Man, it's sexy, straddling a jet-ski
Ramming it at jet-speed get me?
What you doing in our neck of the woods?
You best be checking the HUD
'Cause in a second your blood
Will be flecking the mud
When we bust you by the lip
Take all your money and then customize a whip
How can we justify this shit? We
Must be kind of sick
That's why we keep the piece
That's the most trusty, by the hip
So, pull the map out while
We pull the strap out
Pow, pow 'til the po-po go and black out
Dropping from the chopper then we
Grab a couple hostages
We're hot, dog sausages
We trade stocks and cribs
Take shots at pricks
Bury their heads in the dirt ostriches
The unholy trinity in your vicinity
Sinning with a seriously symbiotic synergy
We're the three similarly sinister G's
Each sending the cinema screen
Into the cemetery
Cynically with no sympathy seen
So, simmer down and listen
To this symphony, please, to put it simply
Police are just some pimply sleazes
We'll pimp as we please
And so we send them to sleep yes!

There's only one philosophy we follow
And that's the mighty American dollar
There's only one philosophy we follow
And that's the mighty American dollar