LYRIC

Only bored as I get older
Find the ways to (cult)
Cult of time

Only bored as I get older
Find new ways to spend my time

I'm a gold digging man
Find my money, find my land
I'm a gold digging man
I won't rest 'til I buy your land

In sweetness comes suffering
I won't rest till I can't breath
I can't breath with you
Looking at me

I get bored as I get older
Can you help me figure this out?

Come on, come on

"I lived on a table, I don't know where to go.
I know my friends would,
I know where my friends are now.
I lived on a farm, yeah.
I never lived on a farm.
Where did my friends go?
Where did my friends go?"

What do you do when you're sleeping?
Where do you go when you said:
"I don't need nobody on my bond"
"I don't need nobody on my bond"
Where do your friends go?
Where do they see you?
What did you want to be?
Ah shut the hell
Shut your mouth

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