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Ego is top priority if it isn't for me then its for the fakes the one who blast their stereos and fluff their noses whiffin' on a whim better learn how to swim learn to catch their falls in a continuous call back home is where they run because no life starts with fun Mama screamin in agony just to push you out so you can deliver her joy but is it for her, or is it for me? I know it seems shallow but your too blind to not see The plastic thoughts that make up my forehead gathered and strung out like a stream of city lights sitting below as I look down on all the ones who float around seemingly lost in the world we took over Its the human species who is the virus the ones who hone in and take with out asking Is this mine? money is the answer if you got no dinero then you got **** for answers Everyone has **** too bad its not tender yours is so bad it could knock out the lenders but again, **** is not the answer so you better save up and buy all the world up and drink it all from a shiny cup and then throw it all up and do it again and again for we all are alcoholics winning a race against ourselves in a sin of thought its you who bought that necklace that pretty dress that watch that new phone that mansion in the hills that ugly ******* poodle But what does it boil down to? the classy environment we are all accustomed to? Try and wonder what is truly rich for its heavier than gold cinder blocks and large jewelry rocks Its what you have deep in your mind I have one, now you try to find if you adjust the lifestyles the lavish everydays than maybe you can be rich without working a single day I really don't work and I'm pretty happy but give me diamonds and then we'll see whose truly happy
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Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 6:42 PM UTC
Contradictive Ego
Ego is top priority if it isn't for me then its for the fakes the one who blast their stereos and fluff their noses whiffin' on a whim better learn how to swim learn to catch their falls in a continuous call back home is where they run because no life starts with fun Mama screamin in agony just to push you out so you can deliver her joy but is it for her, or is it for me? I know it seems shallow but your too blind to not see The plastic thoughts that make up my forehead gathered and strung out like a stream of city lights sitting below as I look down on all the ones who float around seemingly lost in the world we took over Its the human species who is the virus the ones who hone in and take with out asking Is this mine? money is the answer if you got no dinero then you got **** for answers Everyone has **** too bad its not tender yours is so bad it could knock out the lenders but again, **** is not the answer so you better save up and buy all the world up and drink it all from a shiny cup and then throw it all up and do it again and again for we all are alcoholics winning a race against ourselves in a sin of thought its you who bought that necklace that pretty dress that watch that new phone that mansion in the hills that ugly ******* poodle But what does it boil down to? the classy environment we are all accustomed to? Try and wonder what is truly rich for its heavier than gold cinder blocks and large jewelry rocks Its what you have deep in your mind I have one, now you try to find if you adjust the lifestyles the lavish everydays than maybe you can be rich without working a single day I really don't work and I'm pretty happy but give me diamonds and then we'll see whose truly happy
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Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 6:42 PM UTC
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