Future Present Song

My mansion is colossal

Yards tended by apostles
I created a circus for me

Granted I’m wealthy

Cash come big and stealthy
Shiny toy cars I see

I’m God’s gift to women

Somewhere I am grinnin’

I ship millions overseas (yeah)

And I’m rich and comfy

Newspapers call me grumpy

I own my own factory

The pain that I was living

And all my misgivings

And no reason to leave

My wife, she’s no Christian

My life shimmer glisten

The trips that I take, I’m free.

Can you call me satan

For the money I am makin’
I never gave no body no greif, yeah.

On TV they applaud me

For what I made in copy

They came and brought me relief.

Friends, they are plenty

From money I am lending

Paid cash for my home, no lease

I’m sticking to my morals
No orgy or free for alls

I’m climbing, I’m climbing to be