PRECIOUS

If you can't afford to lose me.
You can't lose me fast enough.
'Cause I am the prime tool's way.
And I'm meant to be in the rough.
And if your hands on those raggedy clothes are holding.
Drop me off to shine like the evil would.
Why try to control
me?
If you think we go right away, come pick me up.
But don't be pushing my worth
around. Precious. Precious. Precious.
If you can't afford me, let go of me.