Trading Time For Dollars
Well Ive Got an Idea
But Im gonna keep it to myself
Maybe it could change the world
But, Aint that what Oppenheimer thought
Someday I feel like a genius
With a mind as free as the sky
Then sometimes I get lost in a parking lot
And I wander around for miles
Days are kooky and the nights are long
Trying to plug the leaks of my mind
That seems to be melting down
Id like to make a statement
Before it all goes wrong
Fly off to a sandy beach
And watch sun go down
Im trading away my time for dollars
Like beads and shells for my life
Occasionally I shun the deals
But the man can get quite gruff
I just wanna get away
And escape the warden’s voice
Zoom off to the tropical waters
Where choosing drinks my hardest choice
Days are lovely and the nights are warm
Everyone’s so happy there cause the party never ends
I thought there was a statement that I felt I had to make
Maybe ill remember it when my skin is not so baked
I dread the times that I leave this place
A little part of me dies
I wish I could bottle this freedom
And use it in my everyday life
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