Midas ft. Ryotaro & Waari

Midas, Midas, Midas

Was it all that you hoped for?

Midas, Midas, Midas

Was it all that you hoped for?

Was it all that you planned?

In the palm of your

Misdirection, slight of idle hands

Had me chasing an illusion

I’m fed up, drinkin' from this poison cup

Take your golden touch

And your money lust

Keep your seat at the table

I don’t want what you’re serving

I don’t need your appraisal

Yes, I know what my worth is

Can’t make me feel worthless

I won’t worship at your phoney idols

Or crucify them for the likes of your disciples

I don’t want no gram, I want my pound of flesh

I want what is rightfully mine

I think it’s finally time

Midas, Midas, Midas

Was it all that you hoped for?

Midas, Midas, Midas

Was it all that you hoped for?

Midas, Midas, Midas

Was it all that you hoped for?

Midas, Midas, Midas

Was it all that you hoped for?

Was it all that you planned?

In the palm of your