Dinero Es Mejor Que Amores

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Rayn

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Wouldn't you like to know, Weatherboy
Ay

Ella le gusta mis ojos, but don't want the title
Look good en los fotos, con ella es vital
Play music with no show, she keep her eyes closed
Judas with sold soul, but still my disciple

Ella dice soy loco, pero yo se que sabes
Con mi, ay, tengo dos dioses de aves
My freedom, I'm flying on beats when I'm writing
Me, I'm a zion, a beast in the night an'

When she calls me, she don't call me Rayn
Mix the songs and she listens for her name
Piss her off, fix it, resolvin' the pain
Get involved in shit, involved I'ma stay

She don't always get me, I say translation error
Feelin' all the good things, unite mind states and stay in there
Pillow-talking and we remain, uh, patient and fairer
Still, I got her in sync, communicate with vacant stares

I don't be posting my putas
I don't do nothing stupid
I have it close when I'm movin'
En zapatos, I'm a shoe-in

Rap on a track and I'm torn, ay
Cash I'm stacking some more, ay
Pero quiero mis flores
Dinero Es Mejor Que Amores

Lluvia trabajando en la noche, ay
Move up, now I'm on beats with a gold chain, ay
Maneuver like a John Doe with no name, ay
[Redacted] aun tiene mi corazon, ay

No me importa si solo quiero follar
Any port in a storm, huh? Forgetting my heart
Nobody forced it, but still we are wrong
Falling in towards lust and still give a f*ck

Pills that I'm on, is this for real what I want?
Fulfill my love lost for a thrill and move on
Growing a Rose is a thorn in my side
Ghost all my hoes, or ignoring my wife

Was starving, no fins, I had to draw some
An artist homeless, had Jack but DAWs, son
I market and mix, my passion on one
The farther I get, more I lack oxygen

I don't be posting my putas
I don't do nothing stupid
I have it close when I'm movin'
En zapatos, I'm a shoe-in

Rap on a track and I'm torn, ay
Cash I'm stacking some more, ay
Pero quiero mis flores
Dinero Es Mejor Que Amores

I'm sitting in bed, in my mind I'm tortured
Quick with my pen, her eyes flick to my hands
I scribble in lead, what I'm writing, of course, is
Private endorsements of my spilling organs

I get out of bed, lay a kiss on her head
Get my mic to record it, breathe life in and force it
Play the kick drums and then, when I get done my set
Revisit my texts and listen for stress

But the stress doesn't change 'cause I'm still insecure
I'm a mess, by my age, should build up, have more
Maybe death comes today, visions reveal I was warned
I feel breath on my face, I can heal from the warmth

I know she loves me, but I start to feel the distance
I'm broke and lusting, it's hard to tell the difference
she knows that it bugs me, she pardons, her forgiveness
Emotionally fucks me, I'm on guard and defensive

I learned about love from my parents and TV
Hurting, doubt, no trust, the marriage that I see
Burdens, loud, cussing, and embarrassing for me
Or perfect, wow, fun, I'm sharing everything

So the first girlfriend I had, we were toxic to each other
Our perfect vision lacked, I had her boxed in how I wanted
And her missing her dad, not even talking to her mother
Maybe furthered her attraction to stay blocking with no button

To catch her in the act of fucking had plannin'
Trying to get back at these sluts so I could manage
The fact that I was too young, they took advantage
So when I interact with love, I flashback to damage

I mean I was molested when I was just a kid
F*ck it, I'm stressed, man, the fucked-up shit I did
As I was progressing and working through my shit
Prob'ly affecting the people I was with

Where does the blame fall for kids working through their issues?
On parents? Is it their fault? You always want them with you?
On me? Is it Rayn's problems that I solo had to get through?
TV cause it's fake, all the communications that they skipped through?

I should name drop my abuser cause he fucked with child, huh?
Put a page on my computer with his numbers, say dial up?
His face and location to get justice through a trial, huh?
Shame me for not saying, but he was younger than I was

I was in 3rd grade, molested, shit had me, suicidal
He was in 1st grade, knew expressions, cum, titties, vagina
Don't know if he remembers, maybe blocked for survival
As far as how to address it, how the f*ck should you or I know?

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