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EVERYDAY I THINK OF MONEY
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EVERYDAY I THINK OF MONEY,
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I drive a truck, it carries money
and everyday, i dream up my fantasies
yesterday, i bought my beach house
a little place just off the coast of france
everyday, i think of money
everyday, i think of running
I love my truck, i love my family
stacked in the back, the good life surrounds me
could tie my right hand man
and put him some place
then i'd ditch the truck
and buy a new face
everyday, i think of money
everyday, i think of someway
It can't buy you love
it can't give you a soul
can pick you up
can down you low
can drag you out, of the hole
you dug
yourself
out of ... again
Sat in a truck, it carries convicts
my hands are bound, to the seat by handcuffs
tomorrow, i'll maybe walk around the yard
or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment
everyday i think of money
everyday i miss my family
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I drive a truck, it carries money and everyday, i dream up my fantasies yesterday, i bought my beach house a little place just off the coast of france everyday, i think of money everyday, i think of running I love my truck, i love my family stacked in the back, the good life surrounds me could tie my right hand man and put him some place then i'd ditch the truck and buy a new face everyday, i think of money everyday, i think of someway It can't buy you love it can't give you a soul can pick you up can down you low can drag you out, of the hole you dug yourself out of ... again Sat in a truck, it carries convicts my hands are bound, to the seat by handcuffs tomorrow, i'll maybe walk around the yard or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment everyday i think of money everyday i miss my family
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