Like money man himself i will neva take a loss
Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws
He who bows the knee, shall be brought down to grief/
That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees
That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money
This worlds shook with grief and filled with relief but its still unsure to me
I freak-a-leek with this technique and add another loss to ya streak,
So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat
And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block
Its like god sent me this grief so i could jot
Like i haven't suffered enough for my grief/
Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave
Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again
Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.
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