I wake my greedy eyes from a night spent dreaming ambitiously.
Cost-effectively.
Fingers stained with yesterday's highs and lows.
It's got to go.
It's all got to go.
It's a rob.
It's a steal.
You better land that deal.
Buy low.
Sell high.
Get a peice of the pie.
But leave the rest for me.
My destiny ain't written in the stars.
It's been meticulously planned and presented in a chart.
A flawless design to truly satisfy.
You want results?
Look at the fucking smile on my face.
I stick to the stats.
Go by the numbers.
I'm measured by threads and horse power.
Square feet and tender.
But now I'm old like an aging oak.
There's more gold secured to my jaw than there ever was to my name.
It's bark gets rougher by the day.
Limbs reach for its roots.
It's insides rot away until it's just a hollow trunk.
It's only full of emptiness.
But save the biggest slice for me.
My destiny ain't written in the stars.
It's been meticulously planned and presented in a chart.
A flawless design to truly satisfy.
You want results?
Look at the fucking smile on my face.
The buck stops here.
Are we clear?
Crystal.
