Days Of Rust

Dirty money
Washed rich
Suck my honey
It’s a cinch
Use your delusions
To get ahead
I’m not faking
A single breath
You say these days are made of rust
Counted out
Counted out in loss
I’ve got plans to prove them wrong

I got manners
Like a comedy
If you push too hard
It’s a thin veneer

Got the new deal
It’s like a wish
See me wanting
All of this