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 me 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
Fuck you all!
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