Modern Midas

Boy what you lookin’ over here for

As if there’s something over here that might interest you

We talkin’ interest or a predatory issue?

Cuz there’s a line for your million dollar intro

So baby they can poor another glass of love for me

Yeah I ain’t ever gonna turn down booze that’s free

Yeah but I ain’t really gnawin’ at your intro

I wonder when that piece of info gonna hit you

Every little thing

You’re a modern midas

Everything you touch go up

Any little thing

You can’t fight it

You and your kind go

Up up up up up up

Dollars and dollars and dollars all day

How many dollars today

Broken economy yet

You got a college degree

Pride of the family tree

You’re the anomaly g

You need a girl on your d

Treat that thing but

Boy what you lookin’ over here for

You got girls who be grabbin’ for that tissue

I’m talkin’ bout that paper not because they miss you

I make an ass out of you and me and assume

So baby you can poor another glass of love for me

Yeah I ain’t ever gonna turn down booze that’s free

Inviting all the half brain to your gun show

I think that shallow thing is funny cuz it is true

Every little thing

You’re a modern midas

Everything you touch go up

Any little thing

You can’t fight it

You and your kind go

Up up up up up up

I only came to the party

Cuz I’m dragged along as us’

Makin’ the music

Posse wouldn’t take as an excuse

My place is in the corner

The rich man’s in the booth

I ain’t goin’ over there and takin’ his abuse

What's he gonna say?

How’s it gonna play?

How can we compete?

Lost in his words

You could take them down, shit ‘em out

And throw ‘em back his way

Think they know they could do that

Think they know they could do that

Think they know they could do that

Think they know they could do that

Talkin’ talkin’ talkin’ shit

Talkin’ about that multi-shit

Why they money rentin’ tables then

With no one on their dicks?

I drive a fuckin mazda and on Thursday’s I-go-both-way chicks

Now I ain’t callin’ names

I’m just throwing stones and sticks

Every little thing

You’re a modern midas

Everything you touch go up

Any little thing

You can’t fight it

You and your kind go

Up up up up up up