Evil Nine - All the Cash (The Glitch Mob instrumental) lyrics

Born in love With a bloodline punch And a time release That the capsule held so strange Born a target Of a frontline punch And a crime exceeding Of absolute rage Rode a train And a bloodline vain Where the names of the young Were hung in our face Saw the wrong And withstand the tug Of my fees The reason, a big mistake Brought a lightness Of those before him Who held the title In flesh and name Said hello And then said goodbye And in between He would plead his case Saw the dark And embraced the light And he felt the crawl And the call, his fate Stuck the landing But tripped the wire And let every weapon Off in his face Saw the looting And convoluting Of absolution That never came Try polluting With contribution And held the moment That never fade Brought a withering Unforgiving And run to the last Grand contraband Caught the harm And then bought the farm And that's the part Where I come in Chorus: All the cash And all the cash And all the cash And all the cash In the world Can't pay me to let go of you (go of you) And all the d**h And all the d**h And all the d**h And all the d**h They dealt Don't change the way I fell for you (fell for you) Try to take it Oh, you can't Pry it out my cold dead hand X2 (yo) Bought in love With a bloodline punch And a time release That the capsule held so cold Brought a shrug Of a one-time f** And claimed escape Well that's quaint, lets go Rode a train Of a bloodline vain Where the eyes of men Caress head, chest, toe Saw the rug And withstand the tug Of our absent love Well who the f** knows Brought a lightness Of those before Who held the title In flesh not name Said hello And then said goodbye And in between She would sit and wait Saw the light But embraced the dark As she heard the call Of her calling hate "f** the landing I'll man the weapons And hold the battle To my own fate" Saw the promise And felt the presence Of possibility Just not hers Tried connecting With yours Perfection And saw an erection with lust not words Born in withering Unforgiving And bad to the last drop; Brooklyn birds Fill the weapon And spin the chamber And bend the part And aren't hurt Chorus x2