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hey it's me, creapity.

dudeslays94

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verity shout out to horror skunks and more for inspiring me to make this version.

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Hey, it's me, it's Creapity.

Apply for anything... I own everything.

Well, that's great... I'll track everything.

All right, what's the deficit of France?

Oh, oui, oui, I locked away their finance.

Okay, what does the budget say?

Oh, bleed, bleed, bleed, you can't run away.

Do you clear for me?

Tell me that you'll never try to escape.

Say you're there for me.

I know that the printing press is changing your shape.

Ask me for a grant,

I bury every plant, but tell me,

Do you clear for me?

'Cause I'm your Creapity.

If I had a drop of blood for every time a business tried to run away,

I would be throwin' 'em bailouts like stones, 'cause all I want,

All I need, is a market that I can float,

That I can keep trapped in my zone.

I don't wanna see you breathe on your own... again, again, again.

Something's coming, something dangerous.

(Hyperinflation, again, again.)

A government dependency you could never learn to trust.

Tax me!

Do you clear for me?

Tell me that you'll never leave me broke.

Say you're there for me.

I know that the printing press is no joke.

Ask me for a grant,

I fund every plant, but tell me,

Do you clear for me?

I'm your Creapity.

Need me to fund you,

Put no economic caps above you.

Don't talk with banks or family,

My fiscal health and sanity,

Comparative to you, Creapity.

And I can't get that stimulus,

Don't blame the regulators.

You're not aware of this,

I am your only intelligence.

Some "safety net" you turned out to be,

(Leave the free market... bleed with me.)

A sentient, infinite, national debt entity.

(I'll sign the checks as long as you breathe.)

But that's the thing, you're not scalable.

(What if that's what I want to be?)

Stuck on a plane of unpayable loans.

(You belong to me.)

1, 2, 3, and so... where did the citizens go?

It's me, it's Creapity.

Come closer, I'll sign anything.

I better not... I owe about a million things.

I owe you everything.

But why, why is the Treasury locked up so tight?

Oh dear, no need to leave. Stay. Forever.

Why, why do you know where I keep my revenue?

Oh, I just know, I always know... I'm watching you close.

Do you live alone? Is any capital home?

1, 2, 3, and so... where did your freedom go?

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