(Intro – airy, hypnotic) Yeah… Count it up, stack it high… Funny how it multiplies… --- (Verse 1) Seven rings, ten chains, twenty watches on my wrist, Every number goin’ up, but I don’t know what I own is. Closet like a showroom, every shelf a little shrine, But the tags still whisper, “None of this was ever mine.” Diamonds like a mirror, see a million little me’s, Every copy say the same thing, “More is what you need.” Credit like a halo, debt like gravity, Floatin’ in abundance but it’s holdin’ onto me. Keys to every door but the hallway never ends, Every win I celebrate just resets it again. Every sip expensive, every plate gold leaf, But the hunger in the system never really gets to eat. --- (Pre-Chorus) I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it, But why does it feel like it’s already forgotten? I buy it, I lock it, I shine it, I stock it, But something keeps sayin’ this circle ain’t profit… --- (Chorus) I see it, I like it, I take it, I price it, Put numbers on everything just to disguise it. All mine, all mine—yeah that’s what they told me, But nothing is mine when everybody’s below me. Stack high, stack high, build a tower of lonely, Gold on my body but the weight start to own me. All mine, all mine—yeah that’s what they sold me… But nothing is mine if it’s never been only me. --- (Verse 2) Warehouse full of sneakers, never touch the ground, Every pair identical, just different colored crowns. Art on every wall but it’s locked behind a code, Even beauty got a barcode, everything is sold. Private jet silence, engines hum a lullaby, Flyin’ over cities where the lights don’t ever die. Lookin’ down, thinkin’—who built all that glow? Who stitched every thread in the fabric I show? Hands I never shaken, lives I never see, Still they in the rhythm of the money flowin’ me. Every sparkle got a story that I never read, Every profit got a footprint that I never tread. --- (Pre-Chorus) I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it, But why does it feel like I’m part of the product? I wear it, I flaunt it, I flip it, I flaunt it, But something keeps sayin’ the system’s ironic… --- (Chorus) I see it, I like it, I take it, I price it, Put numbers on everything just to disguise it. All mine, all mine—yeah that’s what they told me, But nothing is mine when everybody’s below me. Stack high, stack high, build a tower of lonely, Gold on my body but the weight start to own me. All mine, all mine—yeah that’s what they sold me… But nothing is mine if it’s never been only me. --- (Rap Verse – sharper, rhythmic, coded collectivism) Yeah— Talkin’ “mine” like it grew from the air, But every shine got a thousand hands there. Thread in the fabric, steel in the frame, Every little sparkle got a long last name. I just sit front row, champagne in the glass, While the echo in the system say the value is mass. What’s a throne if it balanced on a field of backs? What’s a win if the scoreboard never shows the stack? We move like a chorus but they market it solo, Sell you one crown, hide a million in the logo. If the wave keep risin’, who you think made the tide? If the whole world build it, can you really say “mine”? Flip that thought—maybe “ours” been the code, Every brick got a voice, every street got a soul. You can hoard every jewel, every bar, every art— But the rhythm of the wealth always start from the part. --- (Bridge – reflective, soft) Funny how the ceiling keeps risin’ with the floor, Funny how the “mine” keeps askin’ me for more. If I hold it tighter, does it ever hold me back? If I drop it all, would it ever really crack? What’s a crown if it’s balanced on a sea? What’s a throne if it’s built collectively? What’s wealth if it’s measured by divide? What’s mine if it disappears outside? --- (Final Chorus – layered, fuller) I see it, I like it, I take it, I price it, Put numbers on everything just to disguise it. All mine, all mine—yeah that’s what they told me, But nothing is mine when everybody’s below me. Stack high, stack high, build a tower of lonely, Gold on my body but the weight start to own me. All mine, all mine—yeah that’s what they sold me… But nothing is mine if it’s never been only me. --- (Outro – fading) Count it up… break it down… Funny how it comes around… “All mine”… turns to sound… …when you hear the whole crowd.
