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If I ever had money, I would do some crazy I'd probably hire Lady Gaga to So me money, and I'll be like "Fuck it" I'll drop a hundred grand to make a man eat turducken You know I wouldn't off, I would spend my figures Get a job, make it even bigger Set my on fire on the lawn Then I buy my own plane, on and yell "Bomb!" And as my ego and my pockets I'd fly to the next town to go to Bell Then I'd pay all the haters to become I'd pay Kanye to punch Justin Bieber And then I'd buy a bunch of heroin and get really And pay all the to become Americans The are endless I even go to the dentist, but
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We got trash on the porch, we never a Porsche We wear our neckties to weddings and to court Our pay gets docked it's coming into port So we keep cigars split up like getting a divorce all annoyed, checks all void Eminem's the only one employed in Detroit Bobzins and jobs Nevada to Dakotas And we're not Japanese but broke as Toyotas Broseph, I know you know this fired and drinking tapwater 'cuz they can't afford sodas Struggling, covering just to buy Christmas gifts Before had mistresses We're at Wal-Mart, we hate Street As far as being in debt, we're deep call me, fucking all week But I that shit straight to voicemail
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They us "Go to college, expand our domes" Now we're jobless, with sixty dollars in loans And the bank minus, surviving debt the CEOs fly by in private jets So let me see lighters, the funds couldn't be tighter And you call orderves If your predicament's vile, but you're still trying to smile With the piled for miles Problems, we've got ninety-eight plus one, no funds If the cops come we run I do it for my belt buckle, lung, knuckle, blue collar Cold-hearted slaves to the saying
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