| I remember I wanted according to Nietzsche
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| Get stronger without leaving the couch
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| Forever dead boy
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| But everything that killed - fucked up
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| And I'm sick of being a beggar
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| Ferris wheel spinning
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| Raised up to the prince from the bottom
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| The usual thing
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| You say it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen
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| It's total trash, trash, trash
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| But I set it on fire, I set it on fire
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| That cache, cache, cache
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| 'Cause money is just colored paper
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| Always sticks to the intellect
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| This is colored paper.
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| How to stick to a lighter
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| Hash, hash, they smoke hash
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| I'd smoke too, but busy, I'm counting cash (cash)
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| They don't count cash
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| Some do not have it, while others are stupidly lazy
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| To be honest, cache
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| Takes up so much space
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| Why do I need so much, only God knows
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| risky investor
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| I threw all my capital into this scarlet abyss
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| You say it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen
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| It's total trash, trash, trash
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| But I set it on fire, I set it on fire
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| That cache, cache, cache
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| 'Cause money is just colored paper
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| Always sticks to the intellect
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| This is colored paper.
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| How to stick to a lighter
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| Hash, hash, they smoke hash
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| I'd smoke too, but I'm busy, I'm burning cash (cash)
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| They don't burn cash
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| Someone has so much that he is stupidly afraid of a fire
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| But most don't have much
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| Someone just greedy (bitch)
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| I don't feel sorry for anything (nothing)
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| The click of a lighter
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| From bundles of banknotes
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| Slowly growing into the sky
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| smoke pillar
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| And inside the blood and sweat
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| Crying and moaning
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| It's the old new god
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| I put a bolt on it
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| The flame does not give heat
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| I feel only pain
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| The fucking fire is about to burn out
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| That's all love
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| That's all love |