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You think the money that u make
Can substitute the time u take.




Do you think the money you make
Coulda spent time on them.

You may be like Jack Horner and "chisel" a plum,
And think you're a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.
You can fool the whole world down the pathway of years,
And get pats on the back as you pass,
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you've cheated the guy in the glass.




Will be called good, cool, good,
When will be able to succeed.
And he will say: you're nothing if you can barely
him straight in the eye to see.
To get a better taste of my life pie
You can cheat, but will understand
What suffering and tears will be full of your rock,
If in the mirror boy you're lying.
(Maybe you clever, did much
And I want to continue to go its own way,
But the man in the mirror says: "You're nothing!" -
And you can't look him in the face.
You can deceive the world,
And get a smile and praise,
But the reward at the end will be tears and pain,
If you've cheated the man in the mirror.)

Can't keep my hands to myself
Think I'll dust 'em off, put 'em back up on the shelf
In case my little baby girl is in need
Am I coming out of left field?
Got another mouth to feed
Leave her with a baby sitter, mama, call the grave digger
Gone with the fallen leaves
Am I coming out of left field?




Hard to control myself.
Perhaps, blow away the dust and get them back on the shelf *
I need to take care of my baby.
Maybe I'm crazy?
I have another mouth to feed more
Leave her with a babysitter, mom, call the gravediggers.
Fall with fallen leaves.
Maybe I'm crazy?


Portugal. The ManFeel It StillЖизненные of cialisonline

Do you remember
The things we used to say?
I feel so nervous
When I think of yesterday
How could I let things
Get to me so bad?
How did I let things get to me?
Like dying in the sun
Like dying in the sun Like dying...




Do you remember
What we talked about?
I'm so nervous,
When I think about yesterday.
How could I allow
To so sad result?
How did I let this happen?
It's like a death in the rays of the sun,
Death rays, Death rays,
It's like death...

They tell me that I'm special, I smile and shake my head
I'll give them stories to tell friends about the things I said
They tell me I'm so humble, I say I'm turning red
They let me lie to them and don't feel like they've been misled
They give so much to me, I'm losing touch get me?
Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds they just let me
They tell me I'm a god, I'm lost in the facade
Six feet off the ground at all times I think I'm feelin' odd
No matter what I make, they never see mistakes
Makin' so much bread, I don't care that they're just being fake
They tell me they're below me, I act like I'm above
The people blend together but I would be lost without their love.




They tell me that I'm special, I smile and shake my head
I'll give them stories to tell my friends about what I said
I say that I am modest, I say blushing.
They allow me to lie to them and do not feel that they were misled
They give me so much, that I'm losing touch you know?
Served on a silver platter, ask for a second, I just allow it.
They tell me that I am God, I'm lost in this world.
Six feet from the ground I feel weird.
No matter what I do, they never see the errors
I make so much bread, I don't care what they are just pretending.
They tell me that they are following me and I'm acting like I'm above.
People come together, but I would be lost without their love.
(Telling me "You're special", I "no," wave back,
Persecution stories I tell so they could all
Telling me "Be humble", I hesitate to answer,
Let me lie to them, not thinking that this is nonsense,
So many gave me, lose touch, Oh no!
On a silver tray, he asked, she gave it to me
Telling me "You are my God," I lost face,
Above ground six feet, and I feel weird,
What I don't do the mistakes it is not important
How much kindness and no matter if everything is a lie
Say" We are inferior", I meet,
The mixed people. I would've been lost without their love.

Do you feel me? Take a look inside my brain
The people always different but it always feels the same
That's the real me. Pop the champagne
The haters wanna hurt me and I'm laughin' at the pain
Can you heal me? Have I gained too much?
When you become untouchable you're unable to touch
Is there a real me? Pop the champagne
It hurts me just to think and I don't do pain.




Can you feel me? Look at my brain.
People are always different, but it's always the same.
It's the real me. Pop the champagne
Haters want to hurt me, and I laugh at this pain.
Can you heal me? Not too many I bought?
When you're untouchable you can't touch.
Is there a real me? Pop the champagne
It hurts me just to think about, and I don't hurt.
(To understand once I thought I
Feelings are all similar, though different on the inside
I don't change, such as it is,
Who wants to harm, the laughter is my revenge.
Help me, I'm high
When the untouchable, to reach out can't
I have changed the
It hurts me just to think of it, but I just can't take.)

They tell me keep it simple, I tell them take it slow
I feed and water an idea so I let it grow
I tell them take it easy, they laugh and tell me no
It's cool but I don't see them laughing at my money though
They spittin' facts at me, I'm spittin' tracks, catch me?
I'm spinning gold out my records know you can't combat me
They tell me "Jesus walks", I tell them money talks
Bling got me chill, cause I'm living in an ice box
They tell me I've been sleepin', I say I'm wide awake
Tracks hot and ready so they call me mister e-z bake
They say the grass is greener, I think my grass is dank
Drivin' with a drank on an empty tank to the bank.




They tell me to be easier, I tell them not to hurry.
I feed and sing idea, so I let it grow.
I tell them calm down, they laugh and say "no"to me.
That's cool, but I don't see that they were laughing at my money
They spit at me with facts I spit the tracks, caught me?
I spin gold from his records, you know you can't fight me.
They tell me that Jesus walks in, I tell them that the money speak for themselves.
Of these trinkets to me getting cold because I live in a box with ice.
They tell me that I was sleeping, and I say that not sleeping.
The tracks are hot and ready, so they call me Mr. e-Z bake-o.
They say the grass is greener, I think my grass raw
We're going drinking on an empty tank to the Bank.
(Telling me "screw you", my answer is "Wait"
The idea I cherished, so that she could grow
My answer is "Calm down", telling me just "No"
Laughing at me in high esteem, there is always only lave,
Throw argument. I give immediately the track
I do the close, and you can't cope with it,
Telling me" God's gift", and I really fat,
A gold chain is like your whole fee,
Telling me "fell Asleep-that is," and I drew the curtains,
Track by track, I almost sawing conveyor,
The grass there is greener. and my cannabis,
The Bank drove drunk I'm in the tank for an encore.)

Stayin' still, eyes closed
Let the world just pass me by
Pain pills, nice clothes
If I fall I think I'll fly
Touch me, Midas
Make me part of your design
None to guide us
I feel fear for the very last time.




I stand motionless, eyes closed.
Let the world just pass me.
Pain pills, and good clothes
If I fall, I think that will fly.
Touch me, Midas
Make me part of his plan
No one leads us.
I feel fear for the last time.
(I close my eyes I stayed,
The world let it fly past me,
Pills, clothes,
If you fall. pull me up,
Touch, the Midas
Make a part of that world,
And no we are not a decree
I fear for the last time.)


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