The Score - Easy Money

Copied moves, filler actions

Those convictions are bought — so unnatural

Just jump off it.

Pressure to keep up as the facade slips

Moving with the grain, it’s leaving you out

Years served chasing a worth spends it out

Piecing an image to match, you’d watch as it’s forfeit

Cause no image is honest, trace back to the roots

Who’s left to impress?

Those faces, they not real

You know its flawed when you want more

So play it by the rules.

Draw and make your move

Parts of the path twist with empty intent

Content to follow the spin… The game does not give

Moving with the grain, but finding you’re out

Here’s a plan — Chase purpose through your hands

I’m keeping the score now