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you glory in the palm of your hand
I'll make this world into whatever you want it to be
If you just get behind me.

If you want to be rich as Croesus

life

I could wreck creation with my hands
Like a trader from Japan
I could turn to Jesus
I could be a Philistine
Or be as rich as Croesus
If I was

time 
Trying to find myself, it's a long line
They call me Jesus how I turn the water into wine 
Get rich as croesus than I make the profits all decline

could be a politician
With a chance to dictate
I would say, "Let it wait"
I'd rather lead a band

My every care ceases
I'm rich as old Croesus
When

the barricades
And we're still there!
We know where the wind is blowing
Money is the stuff we smell
And when we're rich as Croesus
Jesus! Won't we see you all

smell
And when we're rich as Croesus
Jesus! Won't we see you all in hell!

there!
We know where the wind is blowing
Money is the stuff we smell
And when we're rich as Croesus
Jesus, won't we see you all in Hell

was rich
Like Croesus and Macklemore
I think that I would buy me
A dream at Yeezy's rap store
Maybe like a bottle of wine
Or two, three, four
You know I

could be a politician

With a chance to dictate

I would say, ""Let it wait""

I'd rather lead a band

I'm rich as old Croesus
My every care ceases

When

I joy not in no earthly bliss
I force not Croesus' wealth a straw
For care, I know not what it is
I fear not Fortune's fatal law
My mind is such