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Who's pushing your buttons? Who's pulling your strings? Who's in your head? Who's painting your dreams? Who made that shopping list go so wild? Thank about it baby come on Oh no I think I'm a believer I'd pawn my soul to buy into every dream that I'm sold So sure I was looking for a reason Who could have known that I'm already a believer? Sick of the pathos Yeah me and god had to break up I had to quit all the politics So me and my friends could make up I'm sorry I'm a nihilistic, egotistic piece of shit That's grasping at every straw ah I can't take it no more gimme Salvation through success Big bag baller making big ass checks I carry my cross but I'm blessed Big bag baller making small ass steps You heard it here first Letras de cancionesOh no I think I'm a believer I'd pawn my soul to buy into every dream that I'm sold So sure I was looking for a reason Who could have known that I'm already a believer? Who's pushing your buttons? Who's pulling your strings? Who's in your head? Who's painting your dreams? Who made that shopping list? I mean what the fuck, man! Really? A Porsche? I'm so sick Of the lack of perspective I don't reflect I just add it to the basket Amazon delivering the package With my investments Hold up Now I'm a dull motherfucker looking sharp like a killer Imma cut myself when I look in the mirror Fuck that old ass face yeah I got me some filler Look fresh, feel fresh Set a date up with the reaper 'Cause I'll never need a baptist that is spreading out my ashes Still a pretty motherfucker when they put me in the casket I just need a watch and a yacht and a big ass house with a huge backyard And a big garage full of fast sports cars Oh no Who's pushing your buttons? Who's pulling your strings? Who's in your head? Who's painting your dreams? Who made that shopping list go so wild? Who's painting your dreams tonight? Oh no I think I'm a believer I'd pawn my soul to buy into every dream that I'm sold So sure I was looking for a reason Who could have known that I'm already believing? Salvation through success Who pushed my buttons, pulled my strings? I carry my cross but I'm blessed Who's in my head painting those dreams? Salvation through success Who made that shopping list go so wild? 'Cause I'm still so sick So sick From Letras Mania