Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,
I'm a very lucky man, to have had her love like i did.
But you are unhappy with success but you did that purposely
Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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