Drama and Grind

Your drama is your paycheck, your chaos a check stub. Livin' off the

lies like a fiend with an ex dub. Weak spells, Froot Loops playin'

with your spell jars. Wishin' on candles while I'm countin' my real stars.

You hustle with a Ouija, I'm grindin' with my two feet. Talkin' to the

spirits, I'm talkin' to the street heat. Your magic's counterfeit, your smoke smells

of fear. Might as well go buy sandals and a robe, disappear.

Your drama is your paycheck. Your drama is your job. Lightin' flames on

wax sticks. Still livin' like a frog. Your drama is your paycheck.