Provocative Brag

Wealth sings in my domain, you conjure the Arab kings of old your brag of a fat account in a bank with my portrait is laughed by the mouse stealing from my wasted hay nature’s balance fights me just for you to have stipends you try to run the way I do, I’ve left you b’cos I now fly you display your newly acquired peacock, in my backyard is a muster a new Mall you have, your speakers taunt towards my direction my store is permanently dark from the fullness of its resources my garage, the next century’s prototype for your building to feel sandy media interviews, social trends, increasing has been your meds and in every of my birthday, a Yacht joins in the give away the strata is never full, there’s always a head ahead don’t compete with any part of the chain or you lose your leg life is nothing, so I live in the pool of extreme modesty tempt my guts and you’ll see I’m the host of all currencies.