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false profits
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false profits was released on March 13, 2026 by Shattered Dreams Entertainment as a part of the album just another modern day god in a suicide pod
ReleasedMarch 13, 2026
LabelShattered Dreams Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
BPM80
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Valence
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Lyrics

Let's welcome our newest resident
With their own story of struggles
With their substance abuse
Klep, the floor is yours
Tell us a little bit about your journey
If you would please
To think of the things I used to waste my time to chase
Man, I'm disgraced
Makin' a stank face rememberin' the way the vomit taste
All my friends are gettin' wasted, met up at the common place
No matter the time of day, I'ma drank, bitch Namaste
But if the buzz was the reward, then what the fuck was the divorce?
N' add a couple months of court. doubled up with the support
I never wondered what the force was
To draw me towards these wars we endured
Life hurts, but I just stayed on couuuuurse
Drag my days on poor as shit, rainy day fund don't exist
Not a drop, nor a drip, just a pot for the piss
Flipped the wrist to flick the cigarette ash and just sit
Carcinogens swimmin' in my veins, I stare in the abyss
Like this is it, young and dumb when they told me what was lit
Spent my twenties in the pits of addiction, sippin' fifths
Mixin' narcotics with false profits
Okay, it really sounds like an interpretation
Of an actual living hell
Something no man should ever experience
Falling slave to substance
What advice would you give today?
You can chase whatever you wanna, then wonder where your time went
I know that I'ma stay on my grind, I'm fine with how mine's spent
Talk is cheap, so I'll be quick to check your dialect
We letting action speak and the hard work that defines that
And that's why I'm where I'm at. I made a choice a while back
If it don't make me cheddar or better
A shredder's where I'll file that
Cuz I'll admit, so many days wasted, chasin' bullshit, that I'd smack
The shit out of my past self, today the way that I act-ed
Just a kid for a long fucking minute
Chasin' false profits, drugs, and all the women
A buzz to make me ignorant, in debt was how I's livin'
And not acquirin' shit to make tomorrow any different
And then the sorrow sets in, no days to borrow in the end
Erase the pain, replace with gains, feel hollow from within
We played the game to win, shit, but what the fuck we winnin'?
Nothin'. False profits, muthafuckaz
I see you feel very strongly on this subject matter
Ambiguously using the word "profits" to break down
The false ideology that there is something to gain
Nor is it worthy enough to be cherished or worshipped
The way today's culture and it's so called idols do
Very well put, and
Written by: Brandon G Traxler
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