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They think they own the sunMy wishlist has all these fuckers sorted outI couldn't disagree more with themAnd it worked this wrong addressThey eat shit and brainsBut I don't need no brainsNo I don't need no brains for thisGo out and getGo out and get me moneyGo out and get me moneyGo out and get me moneyYeah I love these modern thingsI have manuals in mindYet I imagine us in all these golden erasReminiscing can't expect sense from all that stingsSo we'll argueAbout those nights of fights like cats and dogsThat's why I sayGo out gotta get meGo out and get me moneyGo out and get me moneyGo out and get me moneyGo out and get me moneyYeah I'm famous for going too fast and getting lostIn it when ya movin' in startWhen you're movin' in started From Letras Mania