Verse 1 They said pack your bags, we're heading to Rome Luxury villas and a second home A better life, a better way Just sign up today and you'll be okay They showed me beaches, yachts and pools Told me Warren Buffett wrote the rules "Make money while you sleep," they said with a grin But first recruit three people to get in Pre-Chorus I came for travel, sunshine and fun But somehow ended up chasing everyone I wanted holidays, cocktails and sea Now I'm messaging strangers at half past three Chorus Three to profitability That's the secret they sold to me I booked a trip but spent the whole flight Recruiting passengers left and right Three to profitability Living the dream supposedly I came for travel across the globe Now I'm pitching memberships from my hotel robe Verse 2 The Ambassador lifestyle looked so sweet Luxury resorts and a front-row seat Rolex watches, bonus pools Recognition events and leadership tools But then I found the income sheet The numbers made me leave my seat Eighty-eight percent earned nothing at all Yet everybody's standing ten feet tall Pre-Chorus The slides kept climbing higher and higher Chairman, Executive Chairman desire Ninety-six grand every month they say If you can build an army along the way Chorus Three to profitability That's the secret they sold to me I booked a cruise but spent all night Explaining the comp plan by candlelight Three to profitability Living the dream supposedly I wanted sunsets over the bay Instead I'm recruiting on holiday Bridge I met a guy named Isaac on Zoom Talking so fast he could light up a room Every question had the same reply "You just don't like MLMs" was why Maybe the travel savings are real Maybe some people close the deal But one question follows wherever I roam Would this survive if recruiting went home? Final Chorus Three to profitability Still sounds funny now to me Travel the world, that's what they claim But recruiting seems to be the main game Three to profitability A travel club or opportunity? The beaches are nice, the photos look great But somebody's got to fill the next rank's slate Outro I finally made it to paradise shore Phone in my hand recruiting some more The ocean was blue, the weather was calm I spent my whole holiday building a downline. 🎵
