Allure
Tangibles on our minds, we strive for it
When we die we can’t have it
But we still scramble, even when it contradicts
Nothing to worry bout when you ignorant
Giving up a part of yourself just to look a little different
Searching for interest on the gram
Women, money and grams
The pleasures of our generation, we still sleeping
We probably gon fall if that’s what we still speaking
There’s not much value in these tangibles
Nothing actual, only material
Cause you can’t buy love or happiness
Those elements are priceless
7 digits on the price tag
Gucci handbag, Rollies
Double story mansion, Mercedes
Is sure to please
But the feeling is only temporary
Cause really they not that extraordinary
Some people wealthy but empty
It’s not the plenty objects that matter
It’s the self rather
People don’t work on that enough
Too occupied with accessories and stuff
Personal growth is trivial
Only goal is the material
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