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You prefer that no one

Not bother you about anything
That's why no one is waiting for you at home
Your mate had a wife
But he died of cancer and suffered
First big millions, then
He went to the doctor because she's a rag
And do you remember how they smoked
Gibbons on your roof and shouted that love is beautiful
But love is a big bubble
Speculative and burst
It collapsed like a joint-stock company
They should sell it in banks in percentage
Sue the producer
He'll settle you down to the cent
And he doesn't count on anything
He settles you down to the gangster, doctor
A professor in the same way, but love is freedom
At least that's what they tell you in songs
In a few bucks you'll have chicks, what about
Chicks will get a doctorate and record porn
Because today everything is allowed
The older ones usually don't wrinkle their foreheads
And they always have their upper lip bigger than their lower one
Nothing is pro bono, they'll stay until morning
But what they feel costs them a lot, especially
That they're expensive  their leggings
La Mania and Pomeranian
Because this is a campaign and it costs a lot
You what you feel but
And so everyone buys this love
Which is for sale today
Talk to me as if it doesn't matter
There was already money, money, dough
I'll buy you treasure, freedom under
The Bell Jar, all it takes is money, money, dough
I sold my time in pursuit of
A million too cheap cases
This house of cards was enough for us
Apparently the wind doesn't worry
Money, money, dough
What's playing in this
Club has a lot of views
But it's not my music anymore
Although they say that rap
For me it's disco-polo about drugs
The world chewed it up and ate it
Then spat it out and such an order emerged
And there's no more love either
There's only a profit and loss account
I've been shit for so many years
Selling something like a crack dealer
That's what I think
That it's not  one of them has been stealing my skills here for years
And these chicks keep flying to Hawaii
For this Only Fans money
And they ask what's stopping me
That only this money and power matter
(and power and power)
Talk to me as if it doesn't matter
There was already money, money, dough
I'll buy you treasure, freedom under
A glass dome, just money, money, dough
I sold my time in pursuit of
A million things that were too cheap
This house of cards was enough for us
Apparently the wind doesn't worry you