| Always schemin' to make real my dreamin'
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| Non-sense my conscience evil human being
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| Run and hide, live a lie
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| Never cry, I got devil eyes
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| Law I despise, quick to criticize
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| I want it all and I want it now
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| Solitude and sin
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| Calm my nerves with gin
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| Sleep, wake up, and do it all again
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| And damn all else, for the wealth
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| I’ll be detrimental to myself
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| Mental justification, I got no patience
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| I want to give, so I guess it’s time for takin'
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| If we’re livin' in the land of milk and honey
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| Then gimme, gimme, gimme my money, money, money
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| And don’t blame me cuz ain’t a damn thing funny
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| And gimme, gimme, gimme my money, money, money
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| If we’re livin' in the land of milk and honey
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| Then gimme, gimme, gimme my money, money, money
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| And don’t blame me cuz ain’t a damn thing funny
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| And gimme, gimme, gimme my money, money, money
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| I caught greed, visions of diamonds in my sleep
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| Blue streak, everything else lookin' bleak
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| Slither, slidin', ridin', hidin' from correction
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| Dodgin' detection, get in it like direction
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| Sleek persona
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| So much heat around me, feels like a sauna
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| I wanna have the kinda loot it takes to bone Madonna
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| I get the discount, five finger always
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| Eyes glazed, hide from the sun rays
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| Deceptacon, you won’t see me comin' like the Clinton scandal
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| Can’t hold a candle to what I’ve handled
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| I live beneath the earth’s crust, next to the mantle
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| Feed my addiction, from other people’s property
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| I have no choice in this democracy
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| Thieve, deceive, violate, accumulate, put all in real estate
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| Spend the rest on dope and vegetate
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| Cuz I’m irate fuck a job and a mate
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| I want the goddamn cake
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| Thievery has never been a novelty
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| Nothin' glamorous about poverty
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| Skinny guy licks his lips at the bakery
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| Frivolous ways make the poor man angry
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| And life’s a battle, and life’s a bitch
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| And there ain’t one honest man that’s rich
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| He gotta catch, he gotta hitch
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| The pretty package, the big-top with a sales pitch
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| And I fall for it everytime
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| And still that mutha-fucka wants mine
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| This whole system was made so I can make it better
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| I want to give, so I guess it’s time for takin' |