I have money, I'm not a scammer
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I have a chain on, but not a collar
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Your bodies are like targets
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My bullets, at the target
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I have money, I'm not a scammer
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I have a chain on, but not a collar
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Your bodies are like targets
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My bullets, at the target
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All my bullets are on target
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I keep bastards at gunpoint
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And I love greens so much
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Why couldn't I see this darkness then?
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All my bullets are on target
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I keep bastards at gunpoint
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And I love greens so much
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Why couldn't I see this darkness then?
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Why, why, why, why
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Why did I see this one, why didn't I see that one
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Why, why, why, why
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I love light so much and I hate darkness so much
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Why why why why why
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There are a lot of bitches around, but I love you alone
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Why, why, why, why
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I broke the record again, but still fucked up the game
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I have money, I'm not a scammer
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I have a chain on, but not a collar
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Your bodies are like targets
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My bullets, at the target
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I have money, I'm not a scammer
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I have a chain on, but not a collar
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Your bodies are like targets
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My bullets, at the target
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Hey don't teach me how to live
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I lower the pressure
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Tell them how to hide it
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I don't go with the flow
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All my thoughts are killed
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Next to me is my Shen
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And I want to see everything
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What is forever hidden in a vein
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All these bitches like a target
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I don't play these games
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And let my goals burn
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After all, emotions are hidden
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She is everywhere: in the photo, on the notes, in the chords
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I wake up, she is near, and feeds this air
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I have money, I'm not a scammer
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I have a chain on, but not a collar
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Your bodies are like targets
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My bullets are on target
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I have money, I'm not a scammer
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I have a chain on, but not a collar
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Your bodies are like targets
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My bullets are on target |