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money I don't care about clever I don't care about funny I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds I heard people die while they are trying to find them

money I don't care about clever I don't care about funny I want loads of clothes and fuck loads of diamonds I heard people die while they are trying to find them

be assumed Oh, how they'll try to pull and pry Away what you know now, beat and beat it out Leave the drum that makes no sound A snuff film on a jumbo

She kills, with foreign films The emptiness of day to day And I wait until the weekend comes So I can clear this uselessness from my brain I count the

I'm too high to get over, too low to get under Let my people go I make them feel so good, you don't need to wonder Let my people go I take away the storm

young boy hot Shook his hand then I bounced in the limo Grabbed my cell, bit my cigar and then rolled down the window Contacted Stony Brook and Roberts Told them

but the beat's contage Stuck to your feet for 3, 4 days It's real, too real like film projectors Bend the letters to find the nectar It is effective, it will protect ya From them

than a heart attack It wasn't really that ill until the start of crack Now it's a body caught every night on the Almanac Rock bottom where them cops gotta problem at Where them

The painted ladies I know Leave at home what you value enough And laugh all your senses away When you want to love everyone, how can you love The painted ladies all say Those film