You’d sell your soul for a handful, wouldn’t you? It’s soft enough to tempt you, powerful enough to own you. You don’t get to touch. Just look, ache and send
You’d sell your soul for a handful, wouldn’t you? It’s soft enough to tempt you, powerful enough to own you. You don’t get to touch. Just look, ache and send
I don’t chase wallets, they find their way to me. That’s what real power looks like and besides your wallet knows its purpose. Don’t make it wait to send me every dime you own.
Morning losers,
I know you woke up thinking about me, as you always do.
Don’t just sit there craving me, prove you deserve a moment of my attention and plead for it
Morning, subs
While you’re waking up, I’m deciding whether you’ve earned the privilege of my attention today.
Maybe I’ll let you spoil me… maybe I’ll just let you dream about it. Either way, you’ll think of me first