Ticket Rain

With a pocket full of dreams just a couple Paper waterfall from the prize pit drip Hit the jackpot wheel, let the lights go wow Whole machine screaming like a hyped up crowd Number climbing up like a stock insane And it hits max out, here come ticket rain Kids all watching like no way bro He drop it in a chute, that's a free size show I'm on the pop of shot, three point range And that's so hot it should charge me change Tickets spit out like a printer going mad Stacks so thick that the worker looks sad We feed them in the counter like a paper parade Display going up like a stock we made Little kid whisper one day We don't need gold, give me that plastic sword and the console code. Blow sticks, candy, gamepad dreams. We trade these strips for arcade schemes. Yo, how many we got? Enough for the big plush and the lava lamp. Let's go. Go. Oh