Modern Midas

Dana And The Wolf

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    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

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    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

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    Composition: Dana Hobson

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