At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.
Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,
Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?
Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,
She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,
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