Denimadic - Opening Act

Now, let us begin

Denim jacket, pledge allegiance to the throne as if I’m pure
But I’m far from it, all I know is fuck shit and cheap liqueur
You want the bread, you want the wine but you and I are the embodiment
Know some dumb motherfuckers who’ll never grasp what that truly meant
I never get impatient
I guess from years of hiding out in rooms darker than basements
Maybe from years of waiting ‘round for something that don’t make sense
Maybe for most but fuck living the life of dull and basic
I want it all so when the bill says 99 and 50 cents
Pass ‘em a thousand, tell ‘em to keep the rest
Fuck living poor, I’ve done enough of that
I’mma hit the teller, scan whatever sparks my interest
Help me get by
Deep in mind, million visions on this side
I’m trying to hide what I feel on the inside
But we all gon’ burst, disperse, in due time
Sure feels like a Tuesday, don’t it?
Simplistic, I can switch it up for you if you’re condoning
If you’re up, down, sideways or you’re just feeling lonely
I got something that’ll match every mood that you’re upholding
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