So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
They want the money and the power that's just the world we living in,
All the money in the world can't take this pain away
And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today
World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood
A couple milli in the bag and my face good
"how money running this world?!"
We left em a world that's cursed
Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace
She don't even need a job, got one anyways
You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest
But i can only love you when you undressed
Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first
After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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