You've got your shit, I've got mine Don't make me sick with your problems What are you asking me You belong not to my family
Fuck you all Fuck you off Got my problems Just mind yours
I'll be your friend, if you spit cash I like people who bring me cash But you'll never be mine My life means myself, me myself and I
Fuck you all Fuck you off Got my problems Just mind yours
Cash... Does not bore me It's my heart, it's my... soul... does not bore me!
Die! Rot! Stink! Got my problems! Die! Rot! Stink! Just mind yours!
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